Author Archives: Jude H

Being a perfectionist is all sorts of imperfect

Who was it who said if you can’t do it perfectly then don’t do it at all?  Was it Einstein, Henry Ford, my mum or Ronald McDonald (all formative figures in my 70s upbringing)?  I’ve no idea.  And with no due respect to whoever did say it, what a load of baloney.  But despite that,Continue reading “Being a perfectionist is all sorts of imperfect”

Locked down, I feel sadness, grief and loneliness, but that’s ok.

I’ve been living in lockdown – alone – since 12 March.  I began a few days before our government decided that it might not be a good idea for millions of Londoners to commute on packed trains to open-plan offices when a highly contagious, potentially fatal virus was running rampant through the city.   OnContinue reading “Locked down, I feel sadness, grief and loneliness, but that’s ok.”

Yes, I have a brother. Things I’ve learned about loss and grief and hope

When I was 18, I remember thinking how lucky I was. Lucky to have been born into a loving, secure family; live in the best city in the world; be at a great school and going off to a great university (both free); and be coming of age at a time of relative peace, stabilityContinue reading “Yes, I have a brother. Things I’ve learned about loss and grief and hope”

I thought it was impossible to be a lawyer in London and not drink. I was wrong.

I stopped drinking on 20 December 2017. Over 30 years after I’d started. Before I stopped, when I toyed with the possibility, I couldn’t contemplate my life, as a lawyer, living in London, without booze. No.  Nope.  I imagined it would be like having a limb amputated, or someone switching off my best friend’s lifeContinue reading “I thought it was impossible to be a lawyer in London and not drink. I was wrong.”

Hello…

This is my first ever blog post. This is also an experiment. I wrote a piece recently about alcohol, and didn’t know where to put it. So I’ve created this page and have put it here somewhere. It could be above or below this post. Who’s to know.