I really hate headaches. Its Layla’s birthday today so I woke up with her at the stupid time of 6.30am in order to give her my poor man’s present of a card I made and some flowers and make her breakfast before she went to work. My penance for doing such things is that when […]
More writing needs to happen today and so this blog must take the hit for it. I live in fear that I am only allocated a certain amount of words per day and if I filled four pages with this blog then I would lose all ability to write anything else for the rest of […]
There are times in my life where I really wonder exactly what I’m doing. As I walked down Seven Sisters Road with a bunch of clementines in one hand and a Tolx 27 screwdriver in the other, I had a moment of clarity where I realised that I must’ve looked like some sort of fruit […]
I’m starting to believe that cat hairs don’t necessarily come from cats. I’m almost certain they just appear from nowhere or perhaps grow on inanimate objects. Yesterday me and Layla spent a long time cleaning the flat, properly scrubbing and dusting and hoovering and all those things, and we found cat hairs in places we […]
As today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day (see here for info: http://www.talklikeapirate.com/howto.html) , I thought rather than let you read my blog, why not dig up a blog from the archive of my ancestor Capt Doobeard the Grotty and post that up instead. So in honour of those salty sea dogs here’s an […]
This is not going to be much of a blog today. I’ve actually had some progress in writing other stuff and the last thing I need is to write this instead of that, while I’m currently on a writing flow. I’ll be honest, there is very little to say today as yesterday consisted of pacing […]
I’m meant to write things today and so far I have done everything but write. Even this blog is happening two hours after I intended to write it because I really have been avoiding writing. I’ve only managed to convince myself to blog now by saying that this here is typing, not writing, and as […]
At Gatwick Airport yesterday there was a woman going through security with her husband, who, quite possibly, was one of the most stupid people I have ever overheard. I would hazard a guess that she was in her 60’s and spoke with an accent that meant she was no doubt at least upper middle to […]
I have to fly to Edinburgh in a couple of hours. It doesn’t feel quite right going back this soon after the festival. Its feels a bit like returning to the battlefield after having been flown out of there in the nick of time. I’m half expecting to see the legless remains of another comic […]
Just returned home from a meeting in the bar at the top of Centrepoint. I like meetings that happen in places like that. I didn’t really say much on account of me losing my voice once again, but I sat, listened, eat some chips that cost far more than they should and looked out the […]