My Mood Diary 📔 July 2020

“This is a candid account of what I was experiencing at the start of 2020. I’d advise discretion before reading this as I wouldn’t want to reignite bad memories or instigate negative thoughts for anyone.” Stuart Sanderson These are a few exerts from my mood diary from the beginning of last year. I hadn’t been

My Mood Diary 📔 June 2020

“This is a candid account of what I was experiencing at the start of 2020. I’d advise discretion before reading this as I wouldn’t want to reignite bad memories or instigate negative thoughts for anyone.” Stuart Sanderson These are a few exerts from my mood diary from the beginning/middle of last year. I hadn’t been

My Mood Diary 📔 February 2020

This is a candid account of what I was experiencing at the start of 2020. I’d advise discretion before reading this as I wouldn’t want to reignite bad memories or instigate negative thoughts for anyone. Stuart Sanderson  These are a few exerts from my mood diary from the beginning of last year. I hadn’t been

My Lifetime Achievements

This is just a little bit about me. I have no illusions of grandeur or egotistical arrogance. I am though, pretty pleased with a few things I have done/achieved so far in my life. Football ⚽️ I played football from an early age and was football mad. I played upfront as a striker and I

The Banana Skin of Supermarket Dating 🍌🛒👩‍❤️‍👨

A few years ago, I saw on a Facebook group I was in for singletons in my area, an alternative dating event to be held in a supermarket on a Monday night. The supermarket remained open as usual and no advertising or fuss was made of the event. Basically, you showed up, strolled the aisles

Portugal 🇵🇹

A Diary of my Adventure in the Algarve. Pt. 2: Gemma Atkinson Mondays (segunda-feira), were my day off (folga), so on a Sunday night I generally had a few cervejas 🍻 e bebidas 🥤 knowing that my hangover the following day would be remedied by laying on a beach 🏖 in a 30 degree heat

Portugal 🇵🇹

A Diary of my adventure in The Algarve Pt. 1 In 2008 I upped and left to the Algarve. I hadn’t been able to cope with the stress of life at the time. I’d been living in a nice flat in Castleton, Rochdale which was a perfect location for work. I worked in Manchester for

D’ya Know What I Mean?

A couple of years ago I decided that I was going to start to write a book about how I live with my mental illness. For no other reason than to occupy my mind and if anyone wanted to read it, they could and you never know, it could’ve helped someone. Fast forward two years

What a Gig 👌🎸

Oasis, Heaton Park, 2009. Kasabian were supporting them and as they played Fire and the beat kicked in, the whole place erupted in a mad frenzy of euphoria. Pyros, pots of piss, pills and people going nuts. Everyone in tandem. Amazing 🤩 A day I’ll never forget 💙🎸👌