I got stuck in a moment for more years than I care to remember. I suppose events indelibly imprinted themselves on my psyche. Sometimes I forget the years and decades, and every other instance of existence, but that moment lives on, replayed on repeat, returned to over and over. Certainly, the heart is a bewildering …
Is that an act of desperation? The BBC running adverts for iplayer on YouTube? Sorry, despite paying the TV tax, I’ll stick with these independent content creators, thanks.
Where were the khutbahs on the desecration of the Quran when men were strapping high explosives to their bodies, walking into packed mosques and detonating their charges, ripping to shreds worshipers at prayer, their place of worship and all of its contents, over and over for two decades? In each sacrilegious act, both the message …
Observing myself, I notice that I’m often seeking validation from others. Then, finding it not forthcoming, I shift into that spiral of inner disquiet, wondering why nobody at all has any interest in anything I have to say. It’s clearly some kind of insecurity with deep roots. My inner extrovert, perhaps, desperate to escape my …
Someone send a memo to the man at the top: most of your source code is freely available on GitHub. Your platform is built on open source. If you’re coding in the open, is it cheating if a competitor forks your code? Looks like your licence permits exactly that.
I wish I was a nice, selfless person. I’m not. I’m generally selfish, and pretty grumpy. But sometimes we encounter people who inspire us to be better versions of ourselves. Charitable souls who live their entire lives in the service of others, forever seeing the good in every situation, enthusiastic about life, happy and optimistic. …
I get cut off mid-sentence an awful lot. In meetings at work, I generally have this unspoken rule: by the third interruption, I just disengage with the conversation. I don’t mean those moments accidentally cutting across another; I’m talking of those rude, dismissive digressions, which take the conversation in a whole new direction. I don’t …
Ooh, diabetes in a box. No, but I will resist. Those days are done. This body now knows not to succumb to its eyes. Resist!
Last night it was asked, “There’s a big convert community in this town, isn’t there?” I’m afraid my face may have looked a bit perturbed. “Um…” I began, only for my companion to reel off a few names. That’s when I got what he meant. There are indeed quite a few converts amongst us, but …
My wife organises an evening social with friends. In the back of my mind I’m groaning, wondering how I’m going to manage. I’m pretty rubbish at small talk. But it turns out I needn’t have worried, for the man of the house works for the same organisation as me. There’s plenty to talk about after …
Activists — whatever their political leaning, religion, identity or ideological cause — have a tendency to make life difficult for everyone else, and especially for those people they claim to represent. In the Muslim sphere, such activists could legitimately say to a believer like me, “Well, it’s none of your business, because you’re not sociologically …
You have to admit that the divine sense of humour is unparalleled, causing paths to cross unknown. It’s true that when I first saw it, my head nearly exploded, but now it just brings a wry smile to my face. It’s quite amusing, actually. Good one!
I love watching a YouTube channel devoted to tiny houses, predominantly in New Zealand. It does amuse me, however, that these so-called tiny houses are often larger than many a British semi or terrace. Certainly, the latest episode features a home that dwarfs my own.
