For the stuff about my life
Reading time: 3 mins I don’t remember my parents first house, we left just after my 3rd birthday and the photos jog no memories. My parents second house is where I grew up. It’s where I learned to ride a bike following on from my childhood friend Stuart who took just one big push down his parents driveaway to…
Reading time: 2 mins It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not that I think you are boring, or that I don’t value what you are saying. Unless you are boring and talking AT me about something in which I’ve explicitly said I have no interest, of course. In that case, jog on pal! Ever experienced that? Isn’t it just…
Reading time: 2 mins I’ve had an on/off relationship with Foursquare for a few years now. I started using it in March 2010, and the whilst the initial fun of using a ‘location based app’ (this was a few years ago when such things were new) quickly faded, it was replaced by a level of usefulness through discovery, particularly…
Reading time: 2 mins I don’t recall what age I was exactly, and I’m not sure where the picture was taken (My Uncle Bill took it) but this picture of me and ‘my dog’ on the bridge on the approaches to Lindisfarne on the Holy Isle in Nothumberland is about so much more than the fleeting moment it captures.…
Reading time: 4 mins Poly Means Many: There are many aspects of polyamory. Each month, the PMM bloggers will write about their views on one of them. Links to all posts can be found at www.polymeansmany.com. I have ridden the relationship escalator. I got engaged at 20, married at 21 and 13 years later got divorced. I got engaged because…
Reading time: 3 mins I’m way way behind the curve on podcasts and I’m laying the blame firmly on my parents and their use of radio. I grew up in a house where music was the backdrop to most activities – my first hearing of Appetite for Destruction? My Dad loaned the cassette from the library and I walked…