My mum phoned me last night to ask if my ears were burning.I didn't have a fucking clue what she was talking about, so naturally I said no.I'd accidentally posted one of my Wildly Gentle pieces onto Facebook as a Reel. I'm still getting the hang of putting my writing out there and, although I wasn't particularly bothered, I've generally kept most of it away from Facebook and the people who actually know me. I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe some of the things I write show a side of me that doesn'

For the last ten years, I have religiously taken my son swimming on a Thursday. Afterwards, I get him something to eat, he usually runs around the gym like a madman, and I have a pint or two.I love my Thursdays.We swim quite a lot anyway, but there has always been something slightly different about Thursday. It feels like the point in the week where everything starts to slow down a bit. Work is nearly done, the weekend is not far away, and for an hour or so we are just in the water. We both love

I have been thinking a lot lately about loneliness and what it actually does to you, particularly as a man, because I think we are quite good at hiding it from everyone, including ourselves.The problem is that loneliness doesn't always look like somebody sitting at home with nobody to speak to. Sometimes it looks like somebody going to work every day, training, taking the kids to football, answering emails, laughing, making plans and generally getting on with life.You can be functioning perfectl