For those men who are taking this opportunity to re-evaluate the water we’ve all been swimming in all this time, I thought it might be useful to recount my experience of writing my confession, and what happened as a result. Continue reading
When do you stop thinking the world will go on as it has, and start planning for contingencies that were science fiction two years ago? Continue reading
I also know that that probably didn’t happen. But whatever its authenticity, the image of the emperor playing the fiddle while Rome burned endures. In common usage, it means ‘to occupy oneself with unimportant matters and neglect priorities during a crisis.’ Like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. But it’s not rearranging the deck … Continue reading
I imagine myself on my deathbed. The end is nigh. There’s no more time, no chance to change what’s come before.
What would I wish I had done? Continue reading