When she’s not busy snacking, that is. And sometimes during. — Honestly, I tend not to reference myself in the third person — as though I am some omnipresent narrator observing myself from a faux leather recliner somewhere, a bowl of sweet and salty popcorn perched in my lap. To me, that would be like commentating the life of a parallel…

An introduction to Inquisitive Sheets. Sorry, sorry, Curious Papers™. — The birth of When a person loves another person, like the very beginnings of the universe itself, there’s a Big Bang. Et voila! Existence is born. Well, this was nothing like that. BUT. When a documentary on the Spanish Armada and one on the sonic impact we have on whales met one night…

Freedom is the choice to think differently — Freederm is a brand of spot cream, and freedom is a brand of humanity I’m not too sure we’ve fully evolved into yet. Not in the sense that we’re after, anyway. Sure, we can stay out as late as we want. We can eat as many Oreos as our waistbands…

No seriously. Don’t make me beg. — I’ve got a Physics with Astrophysics degree, which is, by and large, just maths written in galaxy print. And what is maths if not accountancy? Accounting technicians? Accountant managers? YET SOMEHOW, I STIL CANNOT KEEP MYSELF ACCOUNTABLE. Okay. Yeah. That was a super long-winded, rather niche way of me, a…

Backed by science and a guy from YouTube — Picture this. It’s 8:32 pm on a bank holiday Monday, the first of the year, and I am sprawled out at an angle not too dissimilar to the Earth’s axial tilt, a blanket with stars printed on is draped over my knees like the night sky has been embroidered into…

The one quote to rule them all — Mel Robbins. Tony Robbins. Einstein. James Clear. Brianna Wiest. Tim Ferriss. Mahatma Gandhi. Dale Carnegie. Stephenie Meyer. Jesus. These are all supremely quotable people. So much so, I’m beginning to think they’re not actually “people” but instead an amalgamation of their best quotes in a trench coat. We frickin’ love…

An intro to The Lunatic’s Day method — Around 100 million years ago, during the beginnings of the moon, a day on Earth was only 5 hours long. How do I know that? …

And 1 thing that they are — How many conversations have you had with yourself, agonising over the conversation you just had with somebody else? “I shouldn’t have said that! Did that make me look weird? Was I being too loud, too obnoxious, too irritating? Did I ask too many questions? Am I doing it again? …

11, if you count reading this as one — Quite morbid isn’t it? The new year? The countdown from 10 like the final seconds of an inmate on death row. Sure, the new year is the birth of the new you, but by rights that means it’s also the death of the old you. Times Square is a graveyard…