Having reached the dubious level of late 30s, I’ve found myself thinking about things that I wish I’d known when I was a bright eyed twenty-something.
Mental Health is often misunderstood, whether it’s stress, sleepless night, panic attacks, we’ll probably all experience some kind of mental ill-health at some point in our life time. Here’s my (limited) experience.
My sister has always been very close to our Aunty. She talked to her about boys and things that she didn’t want to talk to mum about. When my time came round, my sister filled that same role perfectly for me. And I vowed that I would be around to do the same for my niece.
Following on from my recent post about my attitude towards having children, I wanted to describe what it’s like having a cat. In my mind, it’s seems pretty similar to having children, although I’m probably hugely underestimating the effort and joy of parenting, after all, I only hear stories, I’ve never experienced it. So I’m going to recount my experience of living with cats and you can tell me if there are any crossovers…
I do often make reference to my cats when parents tell me about the cute thing their toddler did… Because my little pair of smoochie fluff faces are the absolute cutest little moggins in the known universe. Fact!
But in a way, having a cat is like the perfect balance between having a cute baby and a stroppy teenager…
With social media, it’s so easy to keep in touch, see what people are doing and, if you’re a bit socially awkward like I am, keep people at arms length. But don’t mistake leaving a comment on Facebook or favouriting a tweet for real interaction. Get off the sofa, put your phone on silent and go visit someone. Have a cup of tea with them, ask them about their day. And treasure them. You can always catch up with emails, you can do that personality quiz later, and those cat videos aren’t going anywhere.
There’s an unspoken hierarchy of football supporters, from the armchair fanatic to those that travel around the world, but whatever your level of support, we’re all singing the same songs and we’ve all got something to say.
Steven Gerrard is a Liverpool legend. After 17 years, 502 league games and 708 senior appearances, he’s scored 185 goals and won 7 major honours. Losing to Crystal Palace in his final home game, doesn’t change any of that, and it shouldn’t cause any more outrage or disappointment than any other defeat.
I always wanted to be an author. Even now, my career aspiration revolves around seeing my book on a billboard in a London Underground Tube Station. That feels like the ultimate arrival!
I don’t want a personal fame, I don’t want to be recognised in the street, but I would like to be able to slap the words “New York Times Best Seller List” across my website, and I wouldn’t even mind joining the girls on Loose Women for a little tongue-in-cheek chat about my male hero’s credentials.
A few weeks ago, during International Book Week, I went to a Q&A with Neil Gaiman at Liverpool University. I'm probably one of the few people left on the planet, that hasn't read any of his work (although I have seen Coraline), and yet listening to him speak had a...