Image: Kath Davis I am the co-founder of a social enterprise called The Possibility Project, we collaborate with below poverty
It's strange though, that when people were asked about their trust in public figures, they had the common sense not to believe Joey Essex on this issue. And yet most of us probably have about as much knowledge as him on many of the big, complex issues we face. We're all Joey Essex, in a way. But we seem to trust ourselves. Maybe we shouldn't?
Image: pixabay.com "I'm not allowed to do that" is a phrase that I seem to be hearing all too often these days. You might
A second motorist flashes me, then a third, this time with eye-melting LED headlights that emit more light than a nuclear explosion. In a state of high anxiety, overwhelmed by the mind-altering pain of the retinal burn, I consider the following possibilities...
After goading us into overindulgence all December long, every January, without fail, the Gods flip the script, beseeching that we filth-spattered selves we have been dragging about for the previous twelve months and replace them with a brand spanking new version of which we can be suitably smug.
Businesses that refuse reasonable flexible working time requests from loyal employees are cutting their own throats; this has always been the case, and new laws giving all workers the right to ask for altered hours change nothing. Any employer with half a brain will treat such a request the same this week as they would any time in the past. To do anything else would be idiocy - it's just common sense.
"Living together is no guarantee of commitment. A study by Pollard and Harris found that 41% of cohabiting men were not 'completely committed' to their live-in girlfriends." Forty one percent?! What the study fails to mention, is that these arses would probably be no more committed to you if you married them and handcuffed them to the sofa.
Toby Veck, the central character of Charles Dickens' The Chimes, stood all day long just outside a church-door and waited