By: Sheridan Voysey
I’ve lived in the same street for thirteen years now. One of the nice outcomes of this is that, whenever I leave the house, there’s always someone to say hello to.
By: Sheridan Voysey
I’ve lived in the same street for thirteen years now. One of the nice outcomes of this is that, whenever I leave the house, there’s always someone to say hello to.
By: Sheridan Voysey
It’s fair to say my wife and I have different tastes in television. When I’m settling down to watch Depeche Mode Live in Berlin, she’s flicking over to Rick Stein’s cooking show. When she wants the American crime drama, I want the moody European film with subtitles. Thankfully, there’s one genre we both enjoy—documentaries. And one recently moved us both.
By: Sheridan Voysey
When I was a radio host, I used to have stress dreams about being locked out of the studio just as the song was fading out—I couldn’t get back in to talk!
By: Sheridan Voysey
I recently needed to summarise an article of mine into a short, sharp paragraph. Pressed for time, I tried using ChatGPT to do the job. I got more than I bargained for…
By: Sheridan Voysey
She Broke My Heart at 13
The year is 1985. Don Johnson is wearing apricot jackets, Beverley Hills Cop is out on VHS cassette, Madonna’s Crazy for You is playing on AM radios everywhere, and 13-year-old Sheridan has his first girlfriend.
By: Sheridan Voysey
Whatever country you live in, our great challenge these recent years has been how to stay friends with people who think or vote differently to us.
By: Laura Bennett
What is your hidden pain? Whether you’re worried about something, carrying an unseen health diagnosis or grieving past loss, so much can be beneath the surface of our lives that others are completely unaware of.
By: Sheridan Voysey
One of my favourite Christmas artworks is a painting called The Nativity by contemporary artist Brian Kershisnick.
By: Sheridan Voysey
If the pandemic has been good for anything, it’s been good for my local park. During the first lockdown, kids made a line of hand-painted rocks that snaked for yards and yards. Fairy houses with tiny doors, windows and picket fences appeared at the base of tree trunks, and recently a community library was set up. Thanks to the ingenuity of locals, the park has never been so alive!