BY ANDREW MOODY “Sweet dreams are made of these… who am I to disagree… travel the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something…” Earlier today I was in the car with my staff worker, driving back from a meeting with my psychiatrist. Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics was playing on Magic FM. “Some… Read More The Stark Reality
Many of us wouldn’t dream of living without our furry friends, particularly in the trying and often lonely times of lockdown. But for some people experiencing homelessness, the difficult choice between their pet dogs and a roof over their head comes up all too much. Some hostels and temporary accommodation providers don’t allow dogs, which… Read More Homelessness & Pets
BY ANDREW MOODY In the cab toward Trafalgar Square, several police cars zoom past us. It’s getting dark. “Something’s kicked off,” I say. “An accident,” the cab driver says. We drive on for a few minutes until we pass a car overturned in the road, sectioned off by the police. “Jesus,” I say. I haven’t… Read More High & Dry in London
BY ANDREW MOODY Yesterday was the 76th anniversary of the D Day landings. I have been on the Ward since last November, before that, in the Unit in Glasgow since last August. This is the longest stretch I’ve done since I started in on the psych game aged 19 in 2002. One of the patients… Read More Thoughts from Lockdown
I Have a Name 