
I Went to a Spa. I Have No Idea Why
A solo spa night was supposed to leave me feeling refreshed. Instead, I spent most of it wondering what the hell I was supposed to be doing.

A solo spa night was supposed to leave me feeling refreshed. Instead, I spent most of it wondering what the hell I was supposed to be doing.

We went to Greece just a couple of months ago, so naturally we decided to go again. This time it was Rhodes, with the wider family in tow. What could possibly go wrong?

Some trilogies are masterpieces. Others should have stopped at two. As I look back at the highs and lows of third instalments, I realise there’s a very good reason I’ve had trilogies on my mind lately…

I went into an 80-minute football match with zero training and the confidence of a man who still thinks he's 25. Reality had other ideas.

Toy Story 5. Pixar. Two kids. One tray of overpriced nachos. What could possibly go wrong?

British summers are supposed to be mild. Instead I've spent the week melting on a leather sofa, questioning nursery closures, and wondering why my TV room feels like the Sahara. The answer, as usual, involved the OddSon.

Welcome to the walking dead

Watch out Crete, here we come.

Guess who’s back? Back again? The OddFather is back. Tell a friend.