By Martin Bishop, relapsed depressive

BEGIN 2026 with a delightful stroll to and from a pub with the absolute guvnor and a solid group of lads? That’ll sort out my mental health. Bosh, trademark Thomas Skinner!

Life can seem like a bleak, thankless slog, and what better way to cheer up than a walk with a mattress salesman-turned-TV-personality? Martin Bishop thought this stroll around the Brentwood countryside would be the perfect antidote, but alas, it wasn't.

After two-and-a-half hours of 'Bosh!' and banter, Martin realized that men might just deserve their quiet lives of despair. The walk, ending before the pub even opened, was less of a mental health boost and more of a jab to the soul.

When Martin shared his loneliness with Thomas, he was met with a playful punch rather than a professional response. Conversations with the other walkers didn’t fare any better, as they quickly shifted to talk of pints and dodgy Fire Sticks.

In the end, the Peaky Blinders caps and North Face jackets weren't helping, and saying goodbye to the group provided a brief cheer. However, Martin found himself feeling lower than ever. In all seriousness, bosh.