Commuting is a strange old business. It can eat away at your soul. You are pitted against your fellow traveller in a zero-win scenario where one side might overtake and beat the lights, or grab the final seat on the train, but will ultimately feel more bitter and more hollow for it. Read the rest of this entry »
Woolwich will always be close to my heart. I was born there. I got married there. I remember going shopping there as a kid, going to the cinema there as a teenager, passing through it countless times as an adult. The events yesterday were shocking, appalling. My thoughts are with everyone affected. Read the rest of this entry »
The finest pint is the earned pint. After a proper day’s work there are few things better than that first sip of beer. Now, as something of a desk jockey by trade I don’t really have many days that genuinely deserve a drink of that nature as I’m not exactly physically exerting myself as I write reports/complete spreadsheets/answer dumb questions from colleagues/stare at a screen. Read the rest of this entry »
A night in with some craft beer and I figured I’d record a few thoughts whilst still under the influence. Obviously, I am a sensible drinker, so this isn’t as reckless as you might think. I am well aware that heavy drinking and posting stuff on the internet is not a great mix. I’m sure none of you need me getting all tired and emotional on you all, telling you I love you and miss you all very much. Read the rest of this entry »
The town I have moved to does not exist. Well, not officially, anyway. I mean, you can find road signs directing you there and if you stopped someone in the street to ask them where exactly you were they could tell you, but it isn’t a real place. You see, the post office does not recognise the town, instead allocating two different postcodes to the town, attached to two neighbouring towns. So, at least in the eyes of the post office, it isn’t an official place. Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 