Recursive Words

The life and times of a work-from-home software and web developer as he fights a house, four women, two cats, idiocy, apathy and procrastination on an almost daily basis.

Category: life

  • Copenhagen

    After a 5am alarm call, a taxi at 6am, and breakfast at Heathrow airport, we finally took off a little before 9am, and set off towards Copenhagen, Denmark. We thought we were being clever travelling light – only bringing carry-on bags with us- so you can imagine our reaction at the departure gate when we…

  • It wasn’t always this way

    You know the one where you’ve been promising to yourself to write something for days, but then this interesting thing appears in your peripheral vision, or that total and under disaster unfolds directly in front of you, or an entire universe of washing falls from the sky on your head, or you leave the kitchen…

  • Fifteen Minutes

    I started writing this blog post fifteen minutes before the end of my lunch break at work – after losing the rest of my lunch break washing clothes, clearing the kitchen up, and so on. After writing a few words my work computer sang forth a message notification, and like a fool I looked. The…

  • An Early Night

    After an early night last night, I have been up since 3:45 this morning. I got up to watch the Grand Prix in Las Vegas – which turned out to be not worth watching at all. Oh well. Several hours have now passed. It’s still ridiculously early. I’m the only person up and about. I’m…

  • The Importance of Being Earnest

    We made our way into London yesterday evening to watch Stephen Fry starring as Lady Bracknell in “The Importance of Being Earnest”. It didn’t quite work out as planned, but I’ll get to that. The Elizabeth line delivered us into the depths of the city during the late afternoon, and we had planned on nosing…

  • Drinking the Kool Aid

    I left Cornwall mid-morning yesterday after a long promised visit to my parents. The journey home felt oddly detached – with no mobile signal and no data connection on the train for several hours. The “free wifi” on the train was marginally funnier than my trains to and from Cornwall running an hour late –…

  • South West

    After working throughout the entire summer, and disappearing for one long weekend during that time, I finally shut my computer down on Friday evening with no intention of switching it back on  for the coming week. This morning I threw a few clothes into a backpack, and am now sitting on a train, heading towards…

  • Nuremberg

    We went to the cinema this evening, and watched an advance screening of “Nuremberg”, starring Russell Crowe, Rami Malek, and Michael Shannon. Ooft. Incredible movie. Exceptional performances by all involved. I can’t imagine how difficult an actor must find it sometimes – to inhabit a persona, or put themselves in a situation that most of…

  • Half Past Lunchtime on Sunday

    It’s half past lunchtime on Sunday, and you find me hiding out in the junk room at home, listening to a singer-songwriter playlist. Randy Newman is singing that he thinks it’s going to rain today. He’s not wrong – it looks pretty miserable outside. Never mind. I’ll stay in the warm with a mug of…

  • How is it nearly Thursday already

    I just looked at the clock in the corner of the computer screen after consciously trying to figure out what day of the week it was. Where did Wednesday go? Never mind Monday and Tuesday – how is it nearly Thursday? Where did Wednesday evening go? Has anybody seen it? I’m writing a few words…

  • Parties and Leftovers at Chore City

    Two of our oldest friends hosted a joint 50th birthday party at the rowing club in town last night. If I’m entirely honest, neither of us really wanted to go – we’ve both had a pretty draining few weeks/months/year, and would quite happily have had a quite night in. We know how that goes though…

  • To By Young

    What is the “right” age to act? What if the most authentic version of “you” is still a little bit… sticky-fingered and prone to spontaneous laughter? It strikes me that refusing to grow up isn’t about throwing tantrums, or asking for a juice box at a formal dinner party (though, let’s be honest, sometimes the urge…