by Dave | Aug 7, 2025 | Memoir
In the late ’90s, I was 35 — a paragliding instructor living and working in the French Alps. I’d just returned to the UK to complete my osteopathy degree, which I had started in France. Back in England, I was living in Maidstone, Kent. Maidstone. Land of oversized...
by Dave | Jul 16, 2025 | Memoir
Charlie was my number 1 mate in New Zealand. I had been living in the surf town of Raglan and we met at a musicians’ club and although we did not become immediate friends our common love of playing rock music pulled us together. I was not very talented and I played...
by Dave | Jun 23, 2025 | Memoir
White. It’s all white. Everywhere I looked was white. Sounds of muffled voices. Then I focused on a detail that sprang out of the sea of white — the word Toilet in big red letters indicating the way to the restroom. I tried to rub my face, but I couldn’t make my arms...
by Dave | Jun 18, 2025 | Memoir
When you can’t talk about what bothers you, it can lead you to do things you wouldn’t normally do. But doing the unusual can open your mind. I was 13 years old, questioning authority. I didn’t like where I was or know how to change it – or even what I would change it...
by Dave | Jun 16, 2025 | Memoir
The First Thing That I Don’t Remember… “Hey, Smithy, how are you feeling today?” said Charlie with intent. I immediately recognized Charlie – he is a close friend and a wicked lead guitarist in our garage rock band. “Charlie!” I answered like he was coming around to...
by Dave | Jun 7, 2025 | Memoir
My first love was being under the sea. As a kid, I was an avid snorkeler. I lived by the sea on the south coast of England and would dive as deep as I could until I went too deep and burst an eardrum. I didn’t know about clearing your ears as you descended under the...
