Corner piece.

I find myself in an afternoon with very little to do and,  unsurprisingly,  I find myself on the verge of tears.  I’m sat in my favourite coffee shop which I feel deserves an introduction…. Whether it’s raining or not there is a row of wooden tables outside,  mostly for when the staff have a fag…

Fine lines

From the moment a sperm fertilises an ovum,  our existence walks a fine line between perfection and disaster,  with bombardments on our biology and mentality lurking behind every shuffle in DNA and every decision made. A necessary and commonly made insert at this point is that we CANNOT live in fear of this,  or we wouldn’t dare…

STOP.

So I have been writing quite a long post for the last few days,  that’s to come,  but Jesus I need to just STOP. I have 4 days off in a row,  just finished my 3rd and I swear I haven’t stopped once. Yes I had a bath last night but I was reading my…

Dear self

Dearest,  poor, miserable self. I’ve been thinking. Let me tell you what life is about. Life is about chilli jam and blue cheese. Life is about listening to your favourite white plastic vinyl with the windows wide open, filter coffee in hand. Life is about exploring this beautiful world, one country at a time, photographing…

42.

What’s the meaning of life? It’s been asked before,  and luckily for those needing a comedy pick me up now and then, been answered in fantastical ways by the likes of Monty Python and Douglas Adams. Heck,  it’s a depressing question. I’m not that person.  I used to find joy in the little things…putting one foot…

Healing.

I’m sat in a gluten free cafe,  strong coffee on one side of my massive old laptop and a flight itinerary on the other. I feel better already.  

A message from my best friend, my Mum.

‘A quote from my favourite Shakespeare play: What wound did ever heal but by degrees? For some reason we still expect emotional wounds to heal quickly.’

A weekend of notes

A collection of notes made when I woke up in bawling, loud, exhausting tears this weekend. 1. Isn’t it funny how,  when you experience an extreme emotion,  EVERY song on the radio is entirely applicable to your situation?  You change the words to work,  and sing along at the top of your voice like you…

Prune fingers & the end.

This post is going to be less planned and more of a …get the thoughts the fuck out of my head so I can sleep before my night shift.  My grammatical correctness will go to shit.  I haven’t fully explained the relationship I have had with my American,  and I intend to because it has…

Mitigating f***ing Circumstances

I’m sat here,  with my coveted glass of wine,  trying to think of a good way of structuring this.  My friend who also blogs asks me if I have a plan…a PLAN!? God no. I think I might just jump about a bit for now.  I’m currently in a fantastically complicated situation so LET’S START…

A cliche idea

So I’ve always wanted to write,  but never had the imagination to think of something original.  Maybe this is it,  maybe it isn’t.  But lets give it a ruddy good shot ey? I’ve always written a page here and there in an attempt to express myself quickly,  to tear the emotion out of my chest…