Is there anybody out there?

A blog returns from the dead or perhaps it's just a flashback. Time will tell.

A modest step forward

Inching forward. Little by little. One foot in front of the other. Praying that inertia won't follow.

And so we go again...

Another year begins and the same thoughts return. But now stronger than ever. So the question now is whether I can actually act upon it and finally make the change I've been wanting to make for too long.

Vivid dreams

Weird, weird, weird. I remember nothing most nights and then this morning far too much....

Puzzled

Things to do, but no desire whatsoever to do them. Places to be, but no plans to go there. Drinks to drinks, but no thirst to drink them. Books to read, but no energy to read them. Quite what the f**k is wrong with me I have no idea.

Missing

Looking through a collection of photos taken over the years I notice that there is something, or rather someone, absent. Me. I'm an observer but seemingly not a participant. The old adage that a picture speaks a thousand words seems rather apt.

Small silver linings

Being in the midst of a global financial crisis and then being reminded that you never had any money to begin with.

Talking

Now, I shouldn't probably admit this, at risk of being labelled a loony. But I sometimes talk to myself. Thankfully It doesn't involve speaking in tongues, using the third person, or anything like that. So I've always put it down as being rather harmless. Or at least that's what I say to myself. Rather literally.

Family, previous partners. They've all put up with it in some shape or form. Thankfully.

Since I was young it was always a way of getting thoughts out into the open, whereby the act of seemingly just saying something out loud made it somehow more real. And when it was real it could be acted upon. Or not as the case may be.

But of late it seems the words just go round in circles. And ultimately nothing is done about them. Inevitable perhaps as the person listening is the same person as the one speaking. So not really the best place to find vigorous debate and argument. But at what point do you decide that enough is enough. That it's time to say shut up to yourself and just move on with life.

Answers on a postcard please to the usual address....

The monday blog that never was

The search for a bike. Baby talk and the state of the Israeli football league. 80s parties in Frampton Cotterell. Hotels in London. New music. Old movies.

The list goes on, but it never actually starts.

The Great Gig In The Sky

And so another leaves us for somewhere unknown. And whether you believe that is some place in the sky or someplace in earth, it doesn't really matter. It's about the life you led and the impact you had on others. And on that note all I can say is thank you.

Back and forth

It seems to be happening quite a lot these days. Waking up in one place and then moving to another in quick succession. This morning was Germany and this afternoon is Geneva once more. And what awaits me upon my return? A rather growing to-do list with the first item being book tickets to go to.. Germany. Again.

Classic film closing lines I

"I'm not a cab driver. I'm a coffee pot."

The strange case

It has left me so. All that remains are fleeting glimpses. Just a passing phase he thinks. Will all be sorted in a day or two. Normal service will resume he confidently predicts. Whatever that means.

Rituals

Unpack the bags. Shower and shave. Water the plants. Make a brew. And life goes on.

Almost there

Heathrow Terminal 5 and one more flight to go. Always feels weird passing through here. It's home so part of me wants to just walk out of the place and meet up with friends over a nice pint. However as it has only just gone 7.30am they probably wouldn't appreciate it right now. So Geneva it is then....

Small world conversation

I'm typing this from Sydney. After discussing blogging with a friend in London. After talking shop with colleagues in Switzerland. After chatting with my father in Bristol. After discussing the weather in Wellington. After discussing gossip over tea and cakes in the treehouse. After waking up at 5am and thinking clearly. And throughout them all something seems to make sense for once. Blimey.

Wellington

The journey nears its ends but the biggest surprise has awaited me here. Memories of a time long ago in Bristol when I started down this path flood back as does the realisation that I've perhaps gone astray somehow in the process. Away from the day to day in Geneva it seems here I am actually achieving something. Small. Local. But real and meaningful.

Could be crazy, but I think I'll be back here soon.

Peace.

Lost somewhere in the southern hemisphere

Another timezone change. Another plane. Another city. Another journey.

Switzerland seems quite far away now. In more ways than one.

New horizons

After the moments of doubt and hesitation it seems things are moving once again. And my CO2 footprint is about to get that little bit bigger....

Unexpected benefits of living in Switzerland No.1

Health benefits. Not the walking or the mountain air, but the fact that if I was in London now I probably would be eating a bargain bucket.