Monthly Archives: July 2013

On Spirituality and The Lone Ranger (Or, How Johnny Depp Taught Me To Stop Worrying And Embrace My Inner Spirit Warrior)

I watched the new Disney take on the Lone Ranger on the weekend, and I must say I enjoyed it, even though I know this admission will remove any faint vestiges of cool that I might have once had (though after blogging about Midsomer Murders, I suspect that bridge has well and truly been crossed.) […]

On The Discreet Charm of Midsomer Murders

I’m not sure I’m keen for it to be widely known, but I am a fan of Midsomer Murders. I sometimes wish I could find it within me to be a fan of something cooler, grittier, edgier. Like The Wire. How I wish I could love The Wire. Or some subtitled Scandi-noir. But alas, like […]

On Fasting from Social Media

On Sunday evening, Anne looked at me from her end of the sofa as I Facebooked whilst watching TV and drinking wine, and said: you use your smartphone all the time. It’s annoying. I think we should have a day off. Alright, I replied cockily, you’re on. Gauntlet taken up. On Monday, no smartphones, and […]