Waking today I remembered that twelve months ago, the 29th November, was an equally drab and grey November morning. Not too much different to any other autumn morning when the sun stays at half light as though its too apathetic to break through the clouds. It suited me, felt like an honest reflection of my … More Five things I wish I knew when I offered to give a eulogy
It’s twelve months, one year, 365 days since my Dad died. View this post on Instagram Lost all feeling. Doodling some stuffs. #doodle #sketch #lettered #lettering #handlettered #rotring #handdrawn #ink #banner #lost A post shared by Oxblood&Co Apparel (@oxbloodandco) on Nov 15, 2013 at 12:22am PST It doesn’t feel real and yet I’ve developed a … More Life after Bobby: one year on
I started writing this on a train to Bath where I’ve the absolute pleasure of spending the night with Rich Watts (my virtual twin) and his family, before heading into Bristol bright and early tomorrow for TEDxBristol. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow which will allow me to spend a whole day focusing on failure, … More Failing hurts
Fifty one weeks, four hours and about 15 minutes ago my Dad died. Bobby J let out his last breath, peacefully, at home very much knowing he was loved. I’ve written about his death before. My Dad’s life and death, have provided the lens through which I viewed my own life of late, and challenged … More Life after Bobby: In search of meaning
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