Don’t you miss home?

This is something I’m often asked, and I’m sure lots of other people who’ve emigrated are, too. I always find it hard to explain that after so long living abroad there are plenty of things in my own country, the UK, that I’m just not used to any more. Often, people think I must miss…

“I can’t get no sleep.”

You’ve been groggy with fatigue all day, but as soon as you go to bed you’re wide awake. For the first time all day, you’re fully alert. Even though you were too tired to stand fully upright you went for a long walk after lunch to make sure you’d be physically as well as mentally…

But who has the time for that?

We all know exercise is good for us. Most of us also know we don’t get enough of it. Even so, I was surprised to read that getting us all active would apparently save twice as many lives as getting us all slim. Up until maybe our grandparents’ generation, people didn’t have to think about taking…

The Bliss of a Free Half-Hour

Imagine: out of the blue, you have a free half-hour. Maybe someone’s running late, or you’ve managed to leave work early, or a chore you had scheduled turns out not to be necessary after all. All of a sudden, in your busy life, a brief oasis of time opens up. What you do with it?…

‘Affluenza’ by Oliver James

This is a book review for an occasional series on this blog. The books I’ll be reviewing are ones I think are relevant to the ideas behind the blog. You can easily find a list of the books I’ve reviewed so far by clicking on the new Books category. I don’t think James coined the term…

Multitasking: it’s not a gender thing after all

When I lived in Spain a few years ago there was a mobile phone shop at the corner of my street. It was practically on my doorstep, they sold all kinds of phones and accessories and the prices were reasonable. But I always dreaded going in because buying anything there was a nightmare. The reason…

Whatever happened to proper news?

I remember the day Gaddafi was killed. I saw the news on TV: footage of his body being carried through the streets of Sirte, while the newsreader described how he’d been killed. Next, the same footage and the same description were shown again. And then again. And again. In my naivety I waited for the analysis…