My Mum’s new obsession is trying to do 10,000 steps a day. That’s her whole life. Every day, 5000 out, 5000 back, like a sort of menopausal Proclaimer.
My name is Mo, short for Mohamed. No relation
My counsellor hates me, so we had something in common straightaway.
I’m from a big family – I’m one of five kids. Growing up in a big family is amazing, if you’re a fan of neglect.
I had a mental breakdown on my gap year so my mum sent my brother to find me; even though I’d already gone to Thailand to find myself.
My ex-girlfriend’s dad kept asking me whether I ski or snowboard. The closest I’ve been is down a hill on a bin lid.
I’m living the American dream, which since 2016 has been NOT being in America.
I was on a train and there was a sign that said “we don’t tolerate anti-social behaviour at any point”… so I just stood up and introduced myself to everyone.
My therapist says I need to work on my dependency issues… but she’s the one that wants to see me twice a week.
I’m gay, I’m dyslexic and I’m left-handed – I am a catholic teacher’s worst nightmare.
My girlfriend recently described me as a “sex god”… because I’m so ineffective she’s not always convinced I’m there.