I much prefer the sharpest criticism of a single intelligent man than the thoughtless approval of the masses. Johannes Kepler
Grief is the price we pay for love. Queen Elizabeth II
It’s a myth that you can’t have it all. You can have it all—just maybe not all at the same time. Eva Longoria
How is it that some people are just terminally rude? For some, it would seem, no amount of kind words, generosity or offer of help is enough to get a reciprocal smile or a courteous amount of honesty in return. Instead, you just get a…
Also, honourable mentions to… Furthermore… And Led Zeppelin IV, of course. Let’s not get into Louis Armstrong, Chet, Miles, Dizzy etc… Or indeed Black Dyke Mills, Grimethorpe Colliery or HM Royal Marines. Am I allowed to include orchestral recordings and the more classical of genres?…
…but still wearing a shirt every day because I’m classy like that. OWS: Ollie Worry Scale – How worried I am. Usually relates to my parents. BAche: Back Ache Scale – Since working from home, my lower back has suffered. The entries below detail my…
…I get to sleep like a starfish. Every. Single. Night. This photo is actually of me. Taken in Coventry Premier Inn in 2017 after the company I worked used to work for took over a store and I pulled a ‘week-long open-to-close’ type shift. Ah,…
Your day was horrible. It started with a run around town doing your checks, and finished with a Manager Meeting when the same old shit was discussed. But the middle bit, the bit where you drove as far as Fareham only to get a call…
Finding the time to write is a weird phenomonen. I do sincerely believe this magical thing we call time is located somehwere between Timbuktu and the Bermuda Triangle. Yes, yes, I am aware that both Timbuktu and the Bermuda Triangle are real places. It’s all…
Surfing is a great soother for the soul; very little enables my mind to be as empty as it is as when I am bobbing around beyond the break, waiting for the right moment to paddle towards the shore. In all honesty, I do not…
Allow me start this prose by admitting my age. Despite my youthful looks and childish demeanour, I am a grand age of thirty-eight. Yes, thirty-eight. I know, I know, I don’t believe it either, but seriously, I am. I’ve just about gotten over it, so…
Twice this year I have taken the decision to be honest with people, to actually say what I think. To be open and truthful, in the hope of finding some progression on something, some constructive momentum in a forwards direction. And of course I’ve opened…
The ascerbic taste of a barbed heart being suffocated causes the mind to fill with vitriolic thoughts. Lingering in the air, the scent of venomous emotions cover the face with creases of pain and regret. Torture is present, the reluctant acceptance of releasing grip and…
