Imagine you're standing on a hill. You're looking down on a town. You can see everything in pin-sharp detail. The buildings, the s...

I have a confession to make. No, that’s not right. ‘Confession’ suggests I have something to be ashamed about. And I haven’t. Well, not in...

It was a warm summer night in 2012 and I was feeling emotional. The London Olympics had just started. Danny Boyle's opening cerem...

I hate bicycles. I hate cycling. Cycling is a silly idea. A bloody daft pastime. All of these phrases were to be heard coming from my lips...

Like many of you, I saw those photos today. Pictures of that young lad, washed up on the shore of a Turkish beach. I'm generally unsenti...

I suppose I should have noticed the signs earlier. However, being (a) male, (b) quite dim and (c) easily distracted, there was always going ...

I'd like to introduce you all to my current instrument of torture. Don't worry. It's not going to be that sort of post. Here it ...