Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here

I’ve always had a bit of a problem with the concept of postcards. As well as the somewhat insincere sentiment of ‘Wish You Were Here’… (to which the just response should be ‘Well Why the F**k Didn’t You Ask Me To Come In The First Place Then, Eh?’), what’s with our...
How to Meditate Anywhere

How to Meditate Anywhere

I’m waiting in the queue for a teacher at one of our boys’ school’s parents’ evening. 40 minutes so far and counting (it’ll be at least another 40 mins I reckon). I use the word ‘queue’ (very) lightly too as we are in Italy,...