A Dead Good Blog

Travelling home from a few weeks touring southern Scotland in our caravan, our conversation turned to “What’s for tea?” We had been eating o...

 No amount of practising simplified Mozart pieces or running up and down major and minor scales would impress the piano teacher. I stopped t...

When I was a child I remember my father having a novelty pen. From behind clear plastic, a picture of a young, attractive lady smiled. She w...

This weekend I read Ruby Wax's book, Sane New World . I read it because a friend had pointed out that Ruby's work on mindfulness mi...