A Dead Good Blog

Here we are again. That time of year when I start to notice just how few chunky knits I have in my wardrobe. For someone who grumbles about ...

It may be the fault of that famously flimsy veil between the worlds of the living and the dead which is reputed to exist over Hallowe'en...

While I enjoy company, I’m not the kind of person who’s ever felt uncomfortable about going places by myself. Whether it’s a gig, a restaur...

Certain things prove difficult, even though their accomplishment requires that we do less, not more. Dieting, at its simplest, demands that ...

You want a mind-blowingly open-to-interpretation prompt for the latest batch of Dead Good blog posts? Try this... Object (BOOM!)   ...

I’ve been called a handful of less-than-flattering names in my time (with varying degrees of justice), but it occurred to me when I was c...

For a long time, it seemed obvious that I had no aptitude for maths.   It was a reasonable inference for a seven-year-old. No matter ...