Issue 50; Just Hit It

Words by Thomas W Coombs

The first thing you need to know about Padel is… how on earth do you say it? “Pad-del”? “Pad-dal”? “Pad-ell”? “Pa-dél”? I still have no idea. What I do know is that it’s spelled Padel here in England, where the racket sport is spreading like a Californian wildfire, and yes, this writer has officially joined the "hype".

Issue 50; Maybe It’s Not the End

words by Piers Little

Is this what the street preachers meant by “the end is nigh”, but digitised, flattened into tweets, panic headlines, and people screaming into the void of the internet? Sometimes it feels like the whole world is turning in on itself. No one seems to like anyone anymore, and individual ego seems to have taken top billing over basic humanity.

Issue 48; The Day In the Life Of

It is a strange feeling suddenly having nothing to do.  Going from being busy every day with work then all other tasks with the family at the weekends, no matter how small my family is, the dog takes up time.  I have always been busy and then I wasn’t, when out of the blue (even though it was seen coming, you believe it was just you) the company I worked for went belly up and I was made redundant after a couple of weeks of twiddling my thumbs “working” for administrators. Then my calendar emptied for the week and coming weeks for the foreseeable future, instantly.  What the hell was I supposed to do?