The bitch about unadulterated happiness

Man with happy sign

We weren’t to know it then, but a group of ruffian kids running around playing marbles on public drains was to be looked upon in later years with wry good humour. And with that humour the realisation that those were truly happy times. Happy days. Which is the clichéd, but nonetheless true thing about happiness [...]

After GCSE exam results, there’s one thing I know for sure

Plan C and what I know for sure

When we were 15 or 16 it was hard to imagine we could feel any worse than when preparing for exams, sitting them, then living through a long Summer to the eventual big day of exam results. Then off we would traipse to the school with our shiny anticipation, convincing ourselves en route that talking to our [...]