My wife and I rarely watch something on television when it’s live, meaning we’re forever watching things on catch-up. It’s great in a way because we get to binge watch stuff and watch it all together and all in one, the bad thing is, there’s so much good telly that we feel like we’re missing something. The reason I say that is because as of writing this we’re currently catching up on some really good television – The Real Full Monty. For those who haven’t watched it a number

This year has been amazing. I’m an extremely lucky man and I can probably count 2017 as the best year of my life. I know that’s often a phrase that is thrown around easily but I have been truly blessed, and a lot of people reading this will have contributed in some way. Rather than go through month by month like so many other reviews of the year I just want to talk to you about a few of my highlights. I couldn’t start anywhere else but J and I’s wedding day. The most perfect

Sitting at home right now I can’t help but feel lucky. I have a home, a car and a large and loving family as well as a beautiful wife. However, it’s at this time that you have to spare a thought for the less fortunate. Milton Keynes has one of the highest homeless populations in the UK and just a short walk through the shopping centre, under the underpasses reveals exactly that. You see so many tents, sleeping bags and mattresses and with the weather as bad as it has been you

Why do we say sorry so much? It’s a very British thing and I’ve noticed we apologise all the time. I don’t mean for the stuff we actually need to say sorry for like farting in bed – you definitely need to excuse yourself for that. I mean when you walk into someone round a corner, or drop a penny when you’re accepting change. Basically something that you don’t need to apologise for. I tried not to do it for a whole day. I thought ‘I’m not going to say sorry for anything like t

When I was younger I thought that crying was wrong. I thought it was a sign of weakness and something that soft people did. Then, one day just like Chandler in Friends something got me and ‘I opened a gate.’ From there I cry at things so easily. I still try to hold on to the manly demeanour I think I have but underneath I’m incredibly soppy and I cry so easily nowadays. On J and I’s wedding day I cried four times. When I read the note she left me in the morning, when she walk

Don’t diet at Christmas. The hardcore out there will no doubt be reading that and thinking that I’m wrong and that dieting is an all year round activity. However, that would mean using something I really don’t have – willpower. Literally as soon as my birthday hits in mid-November I will get presents that involve something calorific, and delicious. From there it’s a sea of chocolates, takeaways and people bringing in treats to the office.  I should say no, and my ever-growing

Why are drivers so shit? Of course that is a massive generalisation but so many drivers on our roads at the moment are an absolute nightmare. For example, we’ve just had a period of heavy snow in England. It happened on a Sunday and by Monday we were hit with the equivalent of ‘Snowmageddon’. From there people decided they couldn’t drive. I get that the estate roads were terrible, but the main roads were pretty much as good as normal (Well done MK Council) Yet still people po

I suffer with FOMO, but what exactly is it? Fear of Missing Out isn’t some kind of modern, made up bullshit, it’s actually a thing. It’s that fear that if you don’t watch a certain programme or get involved in a particular conversation that you’ll be unhappy and miss out on something spectacular. Most of the time it’s never the case. When I was younger, and single, it manifested itself in the need to go out every weekend. You maybe didn’t want to but it was always that crippl

I love Christmas. It really is the most wonderful time of the year and I love seeing how happy people get in the build up to the 25th. For me, my birthday is mid-November so I tend to not get too carried away with it until December hits. But as soon as the 1st is here I definitely go a little bit crazy.  The jumpers come out, (I’ve now got 7) so do the hats (I’ve got 7 of those too) and the Christmas tunes go on. There’s just something about it that I can’t explain. Now I’m o

So, tomorrow is my birthday. For the third year in a row I’m going to be 30. I know what you’re thinking: “Gareth there‘s no way you look 32, shut the front door!” Unfortunately, it’s true. The youthful face and 12-year-old mentality are just a ploy and I’m actually in my early 30s. Each year I love my birthday and get excited in the build-up (note the mental age above). Joking aside, why shouldn’t you get excited about your birthday? I told my parents that I’d got the day of