The relic

It sat there for two years, unloved, unwanted. A relic of a past long gone and a memory almost forgotten. But there it sat. Waiting. Waiting for the moment that my eyes glanced upon it. Knowing that one day its time would come and it would be read again.

Me be a very bad blogger

Well its official. Its over a month since my last post. Have I been facebooked out? Have I lost the will to live or just the will to write? Has my life become so insanely exciting that I dare not describe it for risk of making people jealous. Or so mind numbingly boring that my head is hung so low in shame that I can't even see the keyboard. Have I been abducted by aliens or gone or even gone off an joined the circus?

Now that would be telling.....

Beyond the witching hour

There comes that point during tiredness when you hit a wall. When despite you best intentions your body and mind shut down, leaving no recourse but sleep. But then there are times, infrequent for some, frequent for others, when you go beyond this. When you manage seemingly to conquer the very need for sleep. Tiredness somehow fades away. 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock 3 o'clock and so it go on. And throughout, you find yourself in a strange netherworld when night is day and day is night. And you, you just watch as the clock ticks away. Knowing that ultimately you are on borrowed time. For whatever happens, sleep will win in the end.

Hmmmm....errrr.....can we talk about the weather?

The writers block continues. But its actually more of a 'do anything remotely creative' block. I can't seem to read a book, enjoy a thoughtful film or even have an intelligent discussion at present. Evolution seems to be in reverse and I'm increasing resembling Cro-Magnon man. Except he probably had something to say. Or perhaps grunt.

Add a photo and help a tiger

I don't normally blog about my work, but I'll make an exception today as I actually feel quite motivated by this one.

Less than 5,000 tigers remain in the wild today, but even this small number is now under threat by the possible resumption in the sale of tiger products. So we are prepared to say good bye to yet another amazing creature all for the sake of some tacky rugs and rather dubious herbal remedies.

So, add you photo and face up to the tiger trade (in more ways than one)

Crime en Geneve

Blimey. Will wonders never cease. I'm in one the safest cities on earth and I've just been robbed. The robber was very kind to return my wallet after he'd stolen my money, and at least he didn't kick my face in, but anyway.....

A brief moment at PJ's

The hairdresser tells me about the state of her new council flat in Lawrence Weston in her thick Bristolian accent and I realise I'm happy to be home.

Loss of appetite

Looking back, I've always had a problem with eating. From as early as I can remember there have been times when I just stop. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days. Often there is no discernible cause, it just happens. And then its all over and I start eating again, at least until the next time. But throughout it all you know you should be eating, but you just can't face it. And I've never understood why.

Indecision at my decision

Ho hum. Why can't my mind be clear on this one? Just a bit even, rather than being as screwed up as spaghetti. I finally made a decision today to stay where I am. Horrah, fantastic, top banana..err, no quite. In fact I'm still as undecided as ever. Sure I got something for it and I'm not complaining. But as soon as I've decided to say no to the other opportunity it becomes more and more appealing. Have I made a wise move based on all the available facts, or have I just chickened away from taking a risk in my life....

An old worn cliche (but that generally means there is a lot of truth to it of course), but only time will tell...

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

I expect one thing and then the complete opposite happens. And so I'm faced with the hard choice of saying no, to something I actually want. Shit.

Hello, I'm me.

It all passed off quite uneventfully in the end. Sure there was the usual lack of sleep and nerves beforehand, but as soon as I walked through the door it seemed to come quite naturally. The realisation that I can do this, and do it again, until it all comes good. Amen brothers and sisters. Amen.

Attention deficit

Why do one thing, when you can try to do five. Why read one book, when three will do. Why listen to one song when I have thousands at my fingertips. Why slow down when I want to speed up.

Reflections on a funny Thursday

Hmmm... it didn't start very well, but the end was quite pleasant. I go to the office fearing impending redundancy and leave with the knowledge that my job seems quite safe and another one hovers tentatively on the horizon.

Song for the day

We gotta get out of this place by the Animals

Mental note to self.

Qoute of the day

It might not be the "writing on the wall" but someone has some spray cans and is reaching for a dictionary.

Thanks to Mr. B for that one.

And it begins....

One down and its only Monday Wednesday....

Every bad day has a silver lining

I'm fucked. I'm old and getting older by the moment. My back is killing me. I've had to cancel my holiday. And my employer has announced an impending restructuring.

So today didn't start very well to be honest.

But then I then learnt that my parents have finally given up reading the Daily Mail (A newspaper renowned for its impartial coverage of refugees, asylum seekers, homosexuals, Muslims etc. etc.). They have even tried reading the Guardian. What next??? They start to believe in the inevitability of the workers' revolution??

There is hope for us all. Amen.

Hmmmm.....

Good news: Looks like I will still have a job in a few weeks time
Bad news: I have no idea what that job will be...

Tea anyone?

Looking for a hole

Any size will do.

New horizons

Ho hum. Change is in the air once again. And amazingly it is not of my doing. Again. So the magical mystery tour continues unabated. Excitement, trepidation, you name it I've got it. Where next.....