Alright, confession time: yes, I have been a bit of a grump online lately. A touch of doom, a sprinkle of gloom, and maybe the occasional emotional thunderstorm. But hey—we all go through phases, don’t we? Life gets a bit heavy, the filter slips, and suddenly your blog reads like the script to a Nordic crime drama.
But today? Nah. Today we’re flipping the script. We’re talking about joy. About the good stuff. The warm, the fuzzy, and—because I can’t resist—the slightly cheeky.
Let’s start with walking. Oh yes, your boy has been racking up the steps lately like I’m training for a slow-motion emotional montage. There’s something deliciously freeing about wandering aimlessly—just me, my thoughts, and whatever questionable tracks the shuffle gods decide to throw my way.
But the real fun? That happens when I’m walking with my best mate Hayley. Now, listen, I don’t know what kind of sorcery she brings to the table, but every stroll turns into a full-blown comedy sketch meets therapy session meets “are-we-going-to-get-kicked-out-of-this-park-for-laughing-too-loudly?” chaos. There’s always innuendo. Always. I swear we can’t walk past a tree without making it sound suggestive. We’ve perfected the art of the double entendre, and half the time I’m crying with laughter and the other half, I’m trying to convince passers-by we’re not actually drunk (just dangerously high on good chat and questionable humour).
Honestly, walking with Hayley should come with a warning label: “Side effects may include sore cheeks (from laughing—minds out of the gutter), public embarrassment, and the overwhelming urge to do it all again tomorrow.”
Then there’s the family time. The grounding, the warmth, the occasional eye-roll when they remind you you’ve told that story six times already. But they love you anyway—and they make a damn good cup of tea.
And radio? Still my happy place. Still my passion project and my slightly flirtatious affair with the airwaves. I’m in love with it more than ever, throwing myself into each show like I’m hosting the Grammys, even if it’s just me, a mic, and a song that makes me dance behind the desk.
Mostly, though? I’m just taking it all one day at a time. No pressure to be perfect. No need to have everything figured out. Just walking, talking, laughing, working, and living.
If you’re in that same boat—navigating life with a smile one minute and a sigh the next—you’re not alone. There’s joy to be had. There’s mischief to be made. And there’s always another walk to go on, another laugh to share, and another day to wake up and say, “Alright, let’s give this thing another go.”
Stay fabulous. Stay cheeky. And never underestimate the power of a good walk with a bad influence.