Lancashire Evening Post

Column: Finding Happiness

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post. It is Tuesday and I am finding happiness. I have watched a video and apparently happiness can be found somewhere between the linin basket and the boxes under the bed. Or, sometimes, in the cutlery draw. I am decluttering. And by

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By Darryl Morris

Column – The Piano

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post. I am in lockdown and I’m going to make the most of it. I missed the whimsical fun of the first one. The demands of my daily radio show and feeling like I had to take a PHD in epidemiology were

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By Darryl Morris

Column: Table For Juan

Eating alone has had some bad PR. For decades, centuries, it has been regarded as a symbol of failure. People have sniggered and sneered, mocked and maligned. Popular culture is littered with characters whose desperation, loneliness or unpopularity has been portrayed through scenes of them eating alone. The idea that

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By Darryl Morris

Column: I Have Solved Tuesday

Tuesday has no mercy; it is tiring and demanding. It is one of mankind's great unsolved mysteries - how to deal with Tuesday. Until now.

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By Darryl Morris

Column: The Pizza Vouchers

I had an argument with a woman I didn't know about pizza vouchers she didn't buy me.

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By Darryl Morris

Column: The Pizza Voucher

It’s Tuesday morning and I have woken up to a puzzling email.

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By Darryl Morris

Column: The Cat(s)

It’s Thursday and I’m taking my cat to the vets. This is the cat I hadn’t realised I was getting. That is, until it was too late. It had crept up on me and I was too invested to protest. I had actually agreed. I just hadn’t realised it. I

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By Darryl Morris

Column: Oh, London

I am in London and I’m reading a newspaper on the tube.

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By Darryl Morris

Column: The Phone

It is Thursday and the world is crumbling around me Up to now, the day had passed with relative ease. I had taken the tram to a meeting. I had read about the impending destruction of the human race in a free newspaper I found on the seat beside me.

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By Darryl Morris

Column: I’ve seen the worst of humanity… and it takes the 11.25 to London.

I am on a train and the whole carriage is angry with Gavin. Gavin is the man on the seat opposite. We all know he’s called Gavin because he announced it down the phone, earlier in the journey. “Hello everybody,” he bellowed, “it’s Gavin here. Coming in to land on

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By Darryl Morris