I'm 33. My teenage years seem far, far away. Even my early 20s have started to vanish in a light nostalgic fog. I had stopped thinking about them. I had stopped listening to them. Somehow I thought I had outgrown them. And then, Chester Bennington took his own life last night.

I missed one step. It happened last May. It must have been around 3am. I woke up, felt the stingy urge to go to the toilet, crumbled out of bed and zombied to the stairs. Our bedroom is…

I don't type it often but, when I do, I have to stop, exhale, think. Each keystroke feels like cutting the next wire from a soon to blow up bomb: b-e-g-r-u-d-g-i-n-g-l-y. It is, ironically, the word I spell most begrudgingly.

I've lived in Finland over 10 years. I've always managed in English. I do not speak Finnish and my Swedish is limited. Is this normal? Is this ok? Well... It starts with: “Timmo. Sorry. I don’t [pause] English very well.” That sentence…

A short night-time story: I am working late. The world is dark outside, the house is quiet. Suddenly, from the living room, a short high-pitch cry and a thud. In that order.

I grew up in Alicante. Snow was something that happened to others. Now, you could drive to higher land, couple of hours away, and have a first-hand experience but, still: snow was a mythical phenomenon. Something we would never…

I hate recipes that end with "serve immediately". Asking a Spaniard to do something immediately is just a recipe for trouble. What is "immediately" anyway?

Ever since I started putting words on paper, back in the 90s in Alicante, people responded with "I liked your text", "you're funny!" or "you should write more". That last one has resonated in my head for…

You couldn’t wait. Seriously. You could not wait just some weeks. You had to do it today, on a 6th of December. Then again, it fits you. You don’t like easy, never have, never will. And you are pragmatic: if we do this, we…