The Seven-Day Sentence
The rhythmic, plastic rattle of the seven-day pill organiser is the sound that signals the end of your youth...
Andy Hawthorne — Personal Blog
Observations, column essays, and minor philosophical queries by Andy Hawthorne.
Latest posts
The Great Watering
My garden is doing its best to resemble a desert. A dry, arid landscape begging for rain...
The Packaging Problem
The bane of modern packaging and the struggles of a man armed with nothing more than a blunt pair of garden shears...
The Pac-Man Sun
We were on the Isle of Wight when the moon decided to drift in the way of the sun. It was bloody amazing to see...
Scope Creep
A few notes on the tricky subject of mental health...
How To Be Wrong In Comfort
Thought experiments for ordinary people...
The 40g Weakling
Chocolate just isn't what it used to be...
The Overripe Strawberry
Days on the beach and the resulting sunburn...
The Old Sea Dog
Childhood seaside memories and their usefulness in adulthood...
Young, Gifted And Skint
Our young folk are struggling but it's not a new thing for young people to be finding things hard...
A Catastrophic Surplus of Information
I'm not a snob. It’s simply that I wouldn’t do anything to draw attention to myself when out and about. Unlike the lady that came storming into the local pharmacy that morning...
Two Weeks In No. 10
Our new PM has had a holiday after two weeks in the job. Not ideal...
Slow-Twitch, No-Twitch
The battle for fitness in your sixites...
Would It Help?
On the importance of a balanced perspective when life gets... you know... mad.
The Year My Shoes Stuck to the Road
A reflection on the British obsession with declaring a national crisis every time the temperature rises above twenty-five degrees.
On the Lost Art of Conversation
We have traded the slow, deliberate craft of conversation in favour of the rapid exchange of functional digital signals.
Shouting at the Furniture
Why do we let glowing rectangles dictate the rhythm of our lives?
The Sunday Afternoon Atrocity
The Monday dread begins on Sunday, usually after lunch...
A Formal Grievance from the Eyelids
Napping is an underrated art form. Especially when combined with a bad night's sleep...
The Train That Didn’t Arrive
On the current state of British rail travel. Or rather, the lack of it.
The Morning Coffee Conundrum
On the Great Coffee Machine Swindle.
The Improbability of the 5K
On the questionable decision to go jogging at the age of sixty-one.
Why Blogging is a Waste of Time
An examination of the Sisyphean struggle of the modern blogger.