Author Archives: Liam Doherty

Play is serious; natural and necessary. As an adult, I don’t play with bubbles. Yet as I behold the maniacally enthused children a-chasing them, I am convinced there’s little reason to live life in too different a manner. Happily. Enthusiastically. Wholeheartedly. With wonder. With the seriousness of a child at play.

Original ideas only originate in a great mind and – for the rest of us – within a good conversation.

“What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate – and immediately forget we have done so.”

Glorious Guernsey, a civilisation wherein families take the time to paint pebbles, to beautify our Town Church, and to brighten a dull and eerie time. Some left them in memory of loved ones lost. It is the act of a vandal and a barbarian to steal them.

It is undeniably hilarious, though. The collapsing, the rolling, the clutching. The grimaces, the howls. But then, the execrable icing over the cake, is the inevitable abuse directed at the referee when a decision is made. If FIFA had any sense they would arm those unenviable sods with riot gear. I vote to arm them with whips, marinated in salt and vinegar.

Behold this glorious standing desk of mine…

For sport, performance and health, dumbbell isolation exercises are dumb. They are for ‘show’ muscles. If you want ‘go’ muscles, you want kettlebell Olympic variants (clean, jerk, snatch, squat), plus the almighty kettlebell swing.

As tough times befall our little island, the likes of which we’ve not encountered since WW2, we should say a Stoic prayer: things can get worse, things will get worse, yet however bad things get, I have some small ability to make them better.

Nine degrees celsius is the present sea temperature, enough to make the uninitiated yelp upon entry (as I’ve had the sick pleasure of witnessing with several friends over the years), and more than enough to make any extremity turn white, or turn around and retreat back inside of you.