I Fucking Love Therapy


Yesterday I went to therapy. Am I going to tell you every time I go to therapy and sing its motherfucking praises? Try and stop me. Or don’t because mental health is super important and nothing to be shameful of. You don’t need to be in peril, the throes of an existential crisis, or have […]

Just A Couple Of Dicks In Love


Last week over cocktails, a friend asked me if Bridie and I ever argue. I racked my brain before almost settling on the fact that we really don’t – we have one of those annoying relationships where we communicate effectively and get along most of the time. Suddenly, the metaphorical light-bulb above my head went […]