Christopher Phin

Most people want to help when friends are struggling, but sometimes you just can’t.

I’m adding ‘Kit’ to the list of names I respond to :) My given name is Christopher, but most people call me Chris.

I’ve just realised that the Lloyd Webber/Rice song I Don’t Know How to Love Him is the canonical ballad of a ‘DL straight guy’ falling in love with another man.

In all the chatter¹ about dashes revealing the use of generative AI such as ChatGPT, I’ve seen two things missed.

I do use AI, mostly as a research aid, but I have lots of issues with it.

This photo was shot on the day my wife and I took afternoon tea to mark the turning of a page: a month later, we’d be parents and this was our acknowledgment that this kind of life would be out of reach for a while.

Last night someone I don’t know got in touch with me, politely and humbly to ask for some advice on a professional matter.

My in-laws live a few miles up the east coast of Scotland, in a town called Arbroath.

I’ve just watched Philippa Perry’s episode of Victorian Sensations, and one of the thoughts in the film resonated with me in particular.

It took me until my early thirties properly to be exposed to a really simple idea: everyone around you, indeed, everyone all over the world, has a story that brought them to today, to this minute, this second, that is as rich and internally consistent as…