I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t look at strangers in the street and wonder, ‘What are you all about? Anything could have happened to you. … Continue reading
I ran the Brighton Half Marathon yesterday. It’d been planned for ages and my wife, Desreen, was due to take part with me. I knew she wouldn’t need to get … Continue reading
When a person from the Facebook generation dies, their friends can do something that wouldn’t have been possible a decade ago. They can quickly visit one single page online and … Continue reading
My phone used to ring all the time. As did Desreen’s. Not because we have so many friends, but because we updated each other constantly throughout the day about what … Continue reading