Despite writing so many blog posts. I don’t talk about my personal life too much. But when I do, I post them here.
Weird Synchronicities. This week I forgot I nearly died and then found myself at The War Inside, a play about that exact moment in my life.
Looking through my scripts for 2023, I realise I haven’t made a general update show since February. So let’s do that.
Lot’s wife was transformed into a pillar of salt because she looked back. I fear the same will happen to me if I were to look back on 2022
My Christmas went something like this: Dad had covid, then Mum had covid, then I had Covid.
I can’t believe we’ve been back from our holiday for a whole week. Time has flow by.
It was my birthday on Monday. Then we went down to the city of Bristol for a few nights away.
We managed to avoid the *worst* of the ongoing EasyJet madness this week. But we didn’t escape it completely.
A recognition that not one of us knows what the fuck is going on. The past 2 years should have made this abundantly clear.
We checked into a fun little boutique hotel on Commercial Road yesterday and went out for dinner for Eves birthday.
The Long Fear. It’s the question in the dead of the night. It’s there when things are going well, it remains unanswered when you procrastinate
Retrospectives for 2021 are dropping in my RSS reader. Here’s mine.
2021 has been a terrible year, far worse than 2020. There is no point in dwelling on it. The next year will unfold from the last.
I just got back from a week in Malta. It was lovely. We stayed in a hotel less than 5mins from the main bridge into Valletta.
I have two new pairs of glasses. For the first time in a long time I’ve been feeling self conscious. But this is my face now, I’ll get used to it
I was joking with the endoscopist as she saw me before, back in 2019 that they should have a stamp card program for regulars.
Since I have been old enough to do so, I’ve hidden my face behind a beard. Shaving with a straight razor requires the sacrifice of attention.