Reading time: 2 mins I am a paper junkie. I’m a whore for a nice caliper of paper, not too thick as to be card, not too thin as to be unsubstantial. I love the feel of paper, the rustle and rigidity that give way with a subtle movement. I love the sound of ink being laid down, the…
Reading time: < 1 min I’m sitting in the waiting area. I’m alone until an elderly lady shuffles in. I watch as she struggles to walk the few paces to the counter, I listen as she is asked to wait and watch the pained expression on her face as she gingerly steps towards the nearest chair. She turns and sits,…
Reading time: < 1 min I’m not a big thinker. I’m a big planner and ponderer but largely, when it comes to thinking, I tend to avoid it at all costs. As such, a lot of my decisions can seem quite rash to some people. I’ve certainly not spent much time pondering things like the purchasing of houses or cars,…
Reading time: < 1 min Spanning the River Leven just up from where it meets the mighty Clyde, the “old bridge” is still something I’m drawn to whenever I’m back in Dumbarton. It’s not that the bridge itself holds much significance, just a few memories of walking over it on the way to Levengrove Park, leaning over to peer into…
Reading time: < 1 min Having been off work the past week, spending most of my time sleeping on the sofa (think I’m fighting off a virus), I’ve been pondering what I do and how I do it. And I think I’m at that point in my career when experience plays a large part and, despite any processes that are…
Reading time: 2 mins Being off ill, and spending most of my days dozing, means I’m slightly behind on some things. So I was very sad to hear that John Hughes had died. I wouldn’t say I was a big fan, but given that I grew up with such movies as Pretty in Pink and Ferris Buellers Day Off,…