People rarely stare. They just walk on. Occasionally there will be a purpose for haste but for the most part it is the denial of affirmation that a man will wander head high. If you stand straight, look ahead and walk with vigour then the gentleman may decide not to bother you. Although it is with optimism that I assume people even notice in the first place. Most have become so used to walking past... 

There is no doubt in my mind that in order to gain a good grasp of the Public Relations industry it is necessary to understand at least the basic lessons involved in Journalism. After all, Public Relations is a form of Journalism – one where it is required to understand how the collation of news is gathered and broadcasted. Several times this year I have been placed in a Journalist’s role where... 

Trying to compose an article on the composition of life’s decisions was always going to be difficult to write. Much like my act of turning this blank word document into a preponderance of words, decisions are difficult to make. I find that whenever I consider life to be a blank choice between the white and black my mood drops. This is because life is far more complex than a simple stage process.... 

For the last few months my mind has been eagerly hammering away trying to work out why people have lost their faith in politics. Could it have been the huge issue of the expenses scandal last year? The Labour Party immigration scandal? Perhaps the recent cash for influence scandal? No. Whilst these issues scratched the surface I believe there is a foundational problem. People just don’t care because... 

The longer I stay on Facebook the more annoyed I seem to get at it. It starts from the pathetic adverts which, when read downwards, seem to act as a sort of “life list”. Today Facebook is telling me that I should get a girlfriend, play poker and then pre-order the new AC/DC Iron Man album. I dread to think how many accumulated hours have been wasted by the 350 million users Facebook now has. The... 

Who is the casual observer? A more pressing question, would you actually recognise him? What form should we assume that the casual observer should take? Perhaps a tall man, sophisticated but baring a style not too different from the ordinary? Could this observer be a woman? Forbid the anger of a lady who is not pleased with the world she finds in her midst. Is it the job of the casual observer to intervene...