Into another world

A different currency (but of course readily convertible into US dollars). Ken style lack of certain body parts come as standard (although extras can be bought apparently). And some truly bizarre fashion (I'm currently the kind of person, who if you saw on the tube, you would immediately stand up and get off at the next station).

All rather odd if I was to be truthful. And I can't quite see the point of the whole thing. But learn I must, and all in the name of work. So when I'm next asked at a party what I actually do I can reply with a straight face 'I play games all day'.

My childhood dreams are now fulfilled.

Thought for the day

Led Zeppelin, a bottle of red wine, the joys of the internet and the realisation that I can have a lie in tomorrow. Good Good.

Pay day

Money in. Money out. That's just the way the world works.

Framing memories

The exact layout of Henleaze Infants school. I remember. The windows in the class rooms that seemingly stretched from the floor to the sky. I remember them as well. The walk home past the houses that I can vividly picture even as I write this. Even the colours. Then nothing. And then memories appear again. The desks at another school with their now redundant inkwells. The sound of my feet as I paced the long stone laden hallways. The green grass that tantalizing appeared through windows that has long been replaced by concrete nothingness. Faces, places and names, but really nothing more.

I remember nothing, but at the same time I remember everything.

Peace.

Light the night

Winter draws in and the dark skies with it. But in the place of sun and light I'm entranced by the myriad of colours that surround me. Natural and neon reflecting into one, creating unique combinations at each turn on my journey home. Yellow on red, red on blue, changing at every moment as the clear white moon watches over.