Got this bad boy!

Dear Pogue, Just a note to let you know I started the Year of Health as per my recent letter to you, and, yes you can hold me accountable. Well I have eaten plant based meals so far since the letter. Big tick. I’ve run in the wind and rain (this is Cambridge in winter). … Continue reading Got this bad boy!

Let me tell you a secret.

Dear Pogue, Right back at the start, in our first exchange of correspondence, words on paper, ink, messy finger prints (what would a letter be without a blotch or two?) uneven margins, you remember? Well we committed to our own personal attempt at a revolution. One that we would have for fun, spurred on and … Continue reading Let me tell you a secret.

Get a real job.

Dear Pogue, The last letter I sent you, I don’t understand how other people got to read it. Was it sealed when it arrived? Putting this mystery aside, some of those who read it said nice things so I guess, all in all, we got a win (someone even suggested there’s a book in all … Continue reading Get a real job.

I didn’t say what you heard.

Hello Pogue, Can you believe there was someone who got hold of a copy of one of our letters and took time to send a message telling that they had enjoyed it? I mean, I write to you and somehow these letters find they way into the wider world! Crazy! But it made me smile. … Continue reading I didn’t say what you heard.

Wouldn’t it be something?

Dear Pogue, Did you enjoy the weekend? The sun shone and shone here so I max'd out time in the courtyard with a good book, a couple of coffees and as the sun slid into absence, a cheeky beer. In the evening, as I was home alone, I made hamburgers and watched football. I feel … Continue reading Wouldn’t it be something?