Opinion

I have been going to the gym on and off – more on, I have to say – for the...

When somebody dies, they take on a kind of mythical quality. Did they ever exist at all? Yes, you have...

Grief is a goo. A cold and heavy, sticky mess that you can’t wash off, that you tell yourself you’ll...

Nature, nurture, lifestyle choice, whatever. Will we ever truly find out what makes us LGBTQ? The subject of science interfering...

I keep moving. I am always moving. I take the stairs, not the lift, never stand on the escalators if...

Here we are again, then. 14th February. Hearts, flowers, huge ecologically destructive helium balloons, cheap chocolates, even cheaper sentiment and...

In a recent Guardian Blind Date, the two hapless souls ate at the Sanderson Hotel in London, which reminded me...

1 December is World AIDS Day, and has been for 30 years. When I was 16, my school became part...

It can be hard to make people understand – empathy is trickier to elicit than you might think. Especially when...

I always maintain I’m not a nostalgic person. I don’t get glassy-eyed at the thought of my hands still being...