Category: Opinion
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Recipes, and the People they keep
You follow it exactly and it works every single time. Standing there with the spoon, you realise it will never taste the way it once did. What you are chasing is the kitchen, the light, the person, the boy you were. None of that goes in a pot.
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Music, filed incorrectly
Ask me what kind of music I like and I’ll disappoint you. I have no genre, no flag to plant, no defensible answer. What I have instead is a thirty-year collection of songs that found me when I wasn’t looking
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How to adult: Manual sold separately
I thought adulthood came with a manual: mortgages made sense, lentils behaved and you stopped Googling “how long do eggs last”. Then you find yourself on a kitchen floor at 11:32pm watching a tutorial about a fridge that sounds like an injured dinosaur.
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Cling film wars
Making a sandwich shouldn’t require strategy. And yet. This collection lives in the gap between expectation and reality—where appliances hold grudges, keys vanish on a Thursday, and the mundane turns theatrical. It’s everyday warfare, told over a proper cup of tea.
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The invisible weight they carry
Patriarchy doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it naps. This piece looks at the quiet ways domestic life trains men to protect their rest first—while chores and emotional labour become “shared” in theory only. Awareness is the starting line.
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Suspended: Notes from a hospital waiting room
Hospital waiting rooms sit in a fold of time: not quite life, not quite medicine. We don’t look at each other, except we do. Teal chairs, fluorescent hum, held breath. Alone, then oddly connected — just waiting for permission to move.
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Sunshine amnesia: barbecues, blankets and barely warm beers
England does sunshine like it’s a celebrity cameo: unpredictable, brief, and capable of making grown adults abandon laundry in favour of sitting on damp grass with warm beer and unearned optimism. I used to fear the sun. Now I’m out here, face tilted up, quietly negotiating with the sky for permission to live.
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Time wanderers, unite. It’s 2025.
Our phones buzz in synchronised patterns with New Year’s greetings, Duolingo reminders, & notifications from the workout app that we downloaded in a burst of midnight optimism. Welcome to the shared human experience of trying, failing and trying again.
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Ghosts of friendships past
Friendship breakups happen in silence, without drama or closure. Just the strange emptiness where someone used to be. Why losing friends hurts differently than romantic heartbreak.