From late summer, we go in on change. Nothing changes if nothing changes, but does anything need to change, we could just stay put. Or do we all need to go full MJ in front of the mirror and make that change shamone.

Was everything better way back when, a time of beauty and longing and everything in its right place. Or is it the brain’s way of telling us right now is a bit crap. Do we sugarcoat the past.

Pride comes before a fall. They say pride is the worst of the deadly sins, but also what makes us proud, are we proud people, pride is surely something lofty, something to be proud of.

What if the answer to all our misery is a wagging tail and a Pedigree Chum subscription. How much can you really know about life without looking lovingly into the eyes of a Chihuahua.

Is monk-like asceticism all it’s cracked up to be. I get gunned on my attempts to walk the path of purity, a whole lot of filth comes out in the wash.

In today’s modern day interconnectedness of everything, has our attention span gone to shit. Can we focus on anything anymore, are we doomed forever, or should we just roll with it, own it, be all over the shop.

We go all in on memory. Do we remember what happened, what we want to, or what we need to. Who ever let truth get in the way of a good story.

What makes a man a real man. Does such a thing even exist. Is this all for the better, or are things getting so blurred we’re all cruising through the fog blissfully unaware of the pile-up ahead.

We go in on hardship, the rocky moments, how do we manage when really hard stuff comes at us, when things really go south. When life gives you lemons, said someone once, you paint that shit gold.

The love-hate relationship of our lives, we talk through all things football, what it gives and what it takes away. How we wish we could care less, and yet when Saturday comes we start all over again.