Joe's Diary

From my pretty niche experience in this thing called life, it’s hard to speak on behalf of the seven billion people on planet earth, but there seem to be some things in life worth knowing a little more about, things like how to tie your laces, how to make a beer bottle opener out of [read more]

Maybe it has something to do with the fact I am a foolishly optimistic, bucket-half-full kind of guy, but I always thought September was a surprisingly sunny month. Yet here I am, wearing a wool jumper beneath the brightest yellow raincoat science could create, a pair of polka dot welly boots that were left in [read more]

Some things are life are super-simple. Counting to ten on your fingers. Toasting a Pop Tart in the toaster. Reading the Hungry Caterpillar. Not liking Donald Trump. Getting drunk. Wasting hours of your day on Instagram. And hating Mondays. They’re all as easy to do as breathing in through your nose and out through your [read more]

The other day, I was grabbing lunch in a proper pub-pub. The kind that had curtain-covered, brown bar stools, a dart board in the corner, a lovely pub garden with patchwork grass and quotes etched into brass bar signs, one of which read, “There is nothing, absolutely nothing, half as wonderful as a lush green [read more]

The other day, while I was catching up with a pub-pal of mine, I was met with one of the blankest expressions ever witnessed with human eyes, and all I had done was tell this friend of mine she should consider, “a little less conversation, a little more aeration, please”. Seriously. I can’t tell you [read more]