I feel awful. What a surprise. The twat who cried in the jungle is doing another self pitying piece on his DEPRESSION. Jesus, can’t this idiot get a grip? It would seem not. I’m writing because that has helped me in the past and I’m hoping it helps now, that it kickstarts some chain reaction
I’ve been on anti depressants for years. Citalopram worked for a long time. And then it didn’t. I tried a few others and finally, with my Harley Street psych, came up with the winning formula of Mirtazapine and Venlafaxine. The Mirtazpine was ace. It would make me sleep for up to 12 hours at night
I’ve talked about addiction to naughty substances and spicy drinks before, so I’m not going to repeat myself here. Instead, I briefly want to talk about another addiction that is equally as sinister and has a huge impact on my life, and quite possibly yours too. I am totally 100% powerless over my use of
I visited New York City last week. It was a complete folly and something I certainly couldn’t afford BUT I had fun? Saw some great shows, met up with Imani Coppola AND appeared on the Keith and the Girl podcast. Keith and Chemda are funny, filthy and put out a podcast every single bloody day.
About 6 months ago I had an idea to try and stream a multi camera TV show in front of an audience. After lots of trial and error and buying expensive bits of kit that didn’t do what I wanted, I cut the idea back a bit into something my Mac could handle. What we
2:07am is NOT the time to be thinking. It is not a thinking time at all. But sadly, it’s the time I get ‘home’ from doing a job I absolutely love, presenting The Late Night Alternative weeknights on talkRADIO. It’s my dream job – a late night phone in show that tries to build bridges
Last week I had the worst run of depression I think I’ve ever had. It was certainly the worst I can remember. I managed to get myself out of bed and get to work…but that was it. And even then I nearly called in sick every day. I present a radio show and man, was