It doesn't matter whether it's a Premier League game or the sixth division, there's a certain unique bustle about match days with the gathering crowds murmuring in anticipation and the unmistakable smell of poor quality burgers heavy in the air while tinny pop blares out over the loudspeakers. So much nostalgia from my youth and…
This is a story about friendship when chronically ill and how important it is. It's also a thank you to a couple of amazing ladies who have supported and inspired me, one an old friend and one new. Being chronically ill can be the most lonely feeling in the world, especially if you don't have…
Thank you to everyone who read my first blog post and gave such amazing feedback. It felt good to express myself but I wasn't sure what to write about next, or more accurately the direction I want this blog to take in general. My first post was an explosion of pent up frustration. Frustration with…
Chronic Barry is a bastard. A cruel, relentless, vindictive bastard. Meeting him may not be a death sentence but it most certainly is a life sentence. There's no escape, although some desperate people will try anything. Chronic Barry robs you of everything. Your job, your social life, your ability to exercise and fulfil your responsibilities…
Chronic Barry 