Category: life
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I started writing a blog before the word “blog” had entered common parlance. Yes, I’m that old. In the late 1990s the only way you could publish words to the internet was via a self hosted website, or via one of the earliest social platforms such as Geocities – which experienced “enshittification” decades before Cory…
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It occurred to me this morning that I’m not so much living in an escape room – rather an escape life. Except I’m not really trying to escape – just becoming increasingly aware of guard rails in all directions. Of course they’re not outwardly obvious, in the same way as a locked door – they’re…
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Some years ago – while chatting with an old friend (and wonderful singer) in Oklahoma, the subject of music came up, and I asked what she was listening to – for recommendations. At the time I was on a bit of a folk music kick. She recommended Rascal Flats, Keith Urban, and a new teenager…
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While writing this (after procrastinating famously for the last hour), the clock is busy ticking past 1am – or rather, it did so about 10 minutes ago. I’m ridiculously tired, but also aware I’ve not written for a few days, and want to at least empty some of the utter idiocy from my head, lest…
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It’s Saturday morning, and you find me sitting in the middle of the huge Wetherspoons in town – escaping the house for a cooked breakfast and a “bottomless” coffee. After a couple of weeks burning the candle at both ends, I’m “treating myself” (that episode of Parks and Recreation will never leave my brain –…
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After burning the candle at both ends over the last few days, I pushed back a little today. Or rather I had all the good intentions of doing so, and then did nothing of the sort. After standing up a number of programming tasks for the team around me to pick up at work this…
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This morning you find me holed up in a booth at our local Wetherspoons – part of a huge pub chain that stretches across the country. I’m sitting in the booth with my laptop, tapping away, and occasionally looking up to meet the gaze of older people wandering past in search of a seat –…
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I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room – the last person standing in the house as the new day arrives. I’m listening to “Seasons of Love” from the original cast recording of “Rent”. Love this song. I’m trying to write more often, but find myself filtering more than ever. It’s a strange situation…
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Last weekend I installed a writing app called “Day One” onto my laptop, with thoughts of using it to empty my head into about anything and everything – a place to unload. And then I didn’t write anything at all for nearly a week. I’m still using it, but rather than keep it private, I’ll…
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Sunday evening became Monday morning two minutes ago. Normally I would be digging my heels in for another hour and fighting the arrival of tomorrow for as long as possible. I’m too tired to fight it tonight. I’ve been tired recently. Being a busy idiot and trying to burn the candle at both ends, catches…
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There comes a point where you get thrown under the bus so often, you start to see it as strangely normal. Not a shock or surprise. It gets to the point where you see the bus coming, and don’t even bother bracing for impact – because you know you’ll survive somehow or other. It’s been…
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We went out this morning in search of some new tea, coffee and sugar containers for the kitchen. The old ones had been knocking around the kitchen since the children were small, and were starting to show significant signs of battle damage. Quite how we came back with said containers, a biscuit barrel, a new…
