Cailíní Secret: No One Is Alone In What They Feel

First thing’s first: that word, cailíní, is an Irish one and it means women (or girls – I mainly remember it from Gaelic classes at my female-only school when the teacher was telling us to shut the f**k up and listen). So Cailíní Secret refers to the secrets of Irish women, as sourced and compiled by fellow… Read More Cailíní Secret: No One Is Alone In What They Feel

Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season

Finsbury Park Death Cafe happens every month at Blighty Cafe on Blackstock Road, lovely wee gaff. I first went last December, again in January and this month, December again. I met Santiago at the January one and pretty much instantly we were best friends. We’ve since become a bit more so it was nice to go… Read More Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season

Pain is real, suffering is a choice: Cheers to hope

Meet Justin: Artist, punk rocker, ex-psychiatric patient, brother, son. I know Justin through my job as a Housing First Worker at St Mungo’s, a homeless charity. (Housing First is quite a cool initiative, if you’re interested in the evolving methods of helping people entrenched in homeless services because of the complexity of their needs.) He… Read More Pain is real, suffering is a choice: Cheers to hope