What’s in a label? I recall a few years ago a student commenting on his own idiosyncrasy, “well, that’s your Autism,” I replied. He was part of a Pride group I ran and about half the students were neurodiverse. “I’m not Autistic!” He shrieked in protest. Some time later there…

Why is it I can be perfectly reconciled to the idea of solitude for fifty weeks of the year, yet for the last two, become a morose, weeping mess? Telling myself what a bad person I must be that I’ve ended up with no one to kiss beneath the mistletoe…

what my Google history says about me Certain aspects of my life require me to Google some pretty unsavory stuff: in a teaching capacity, I have found myself searching for far right extremist groups, trans hate groups, most sexualised video games, racist adverts, peodophile front pages, legal highs, TikTok Rape Day, Only Fans scams, 5G conspiracy theories…

So I am now a published author. This year I decided to swallow my pride and pay to self-publish with Kindle Direct. A steal at just £800! And what did I get for this fee? Firstly, a glowing review from one of their agents, telling me this book can “legitimately…

Middle age falls into two camps, or so I thought: it is either the time you settle down, or a time you go completely off the rails, right? We all know what the latter looks like, don’t we? Good old MLC — it’s sure to go by that handle now…