A Sermon at the Funeral of Hope (no prayers, please, by request)
Note: Written a few days after the massacre at Pulse Nightclub, Orlando and the morning after dedicated grass roots politician, Jo Cox...
Bubble within bubbles within bubbles
When I was but a lowly communications undergrad, I was taught that a defining characteristic of tabloid journalism is that: “it is in the...
As Long As There's Art
So here I am lying in our insanely big Soho Haus bed in Berlin. 2 hours before your birthday. Alone. Alone because you saw a poster...
Dear BBC
Dear BBC I love you. You know that. I’ve defended you on many occasions and will continue to do so. But every now and then you get your...
Partial Sea View
I'm lying in bed in our Brighton cottage, looking out to sea. Far out is one lone fishing boat with its light fluttering and flickering...
#missyoudammit
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I'd argue for a two-night lag. To start there's the London to Brighton drive...
We did a thing
Note: Written the day after our wedding As you may know, I'm a man of few words. About the events of last Saturday I shall say only...
We All Need Somebody...
Note: We own a gay sauna called Sweatbox Were we ever to write our memoirs I think we would call them A Little Romance in Sodom. Both...
Because Pity Binges are Cheaper than Therapy
NOTE: This was written shortly after I had broken my kneecap and was in intensive rehab Mostly I’m hobbling about, keeping busy:...
Too Tired to Pretend to Love the Left Anymore
I'm so tired. The ancient tribalism of party politics, left vs right feels so last century, so pathetically inadequate and out of date....
