#7 - GWR Why Have You Forsaken Me
I'm writing this on a train. A packed train. A packed train on a Friday afternoon. The man opposite me is heavily invested in exploring every nook of his...
#6 - The Small Hours
So you're receiving this tiny letter on Saturday morning instead of on Friday evening. I missed this deadline because I missed another deadline and both make...
#5 - The Ways Through
Not been a vintage week, this. But it has at least given me material for this TinyLetter (Tinyletter? tiny letter?) and I am, in fact, writing this as a way...
#4 - Shifting Stories
My first week (and first letter) as a 33 year old. 33 feels strange to me, a little bit of a nothing age, older than most your heroes, younger than most who...
Actors, Alcohol and 'And Ins (An outrageous reach, but let me have it)
End of the week! At last. God. I'm tired and it's my birthday tomorrow and my brain has already half checked out so I'll try and keep it brief today. I...
Forever Delayed
When I was 13, the two words that brought me the greatest joy were "Friday Afternoon". Because it meant I got the weekend off. Now I'm 32 (!), the two most...
Making A Habit
If you've read any of my blogs in the past, a fair few of them were dissections of various miseries. This was cathartic and the introspection was useful, but...
Why Am I Doing This To Myself
Hello, If you know me, you'll be aware that I have A Lot On. It might seem like a terrible idea to start with yet another piece of writing. My hope though is...