Personal Musings
Posts about me
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Sparky
I swear I can hear it laughing. Honestly, if you keep really still and hold your breath you’ll be able to hear it as well. Just a slight tinkling, not so loud as to draw attention but enough that I know it’s doing it. “Ha ha ha” it says. “All those Saturday mornings, cycling with…
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Orwellian
George Orwell, in Why I Write, suggested that there are “four great motives for writing”: Sheer egoism Aesthetic enthusiasm Historical impulse Political purpose Obviously there are many other more subtle reasons for wanting to write but on the whole I tend to agree. Obviously Georgie, as I like to call him (he hates it though),…
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Resolutions
Two and a half months in, are YOU sticking to your New Year resolutions? I didn’t make any but I’m beginning to think I should have. Maybe it’s a reaction to my current workload, but I sometimes think I’d be better served if I had something to focus on, a hobby other than this one.…
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Malaise or chaos
I’ve been working back through this sites archives and have to admit that I don’t know why I bother listing the first year or so of blogging. Sure there are some longer bits that aren’t too bad (for the standards I was setting back then at least), but mostly I lapse into minimalist statements of…
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Who is Tango?
I’ve never really had a nickname. My name doesn’t really lend itself to one, and I guess nor does my character. So why Tango? Well, believe it or not, I’m actually a trained ballroom dancer. I took years of lessons and specialised in latin dancing, specifically the tango. There’s something about the passion, almost lust,…
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Fat
I’m fat. There is no denying it. I’m easily four stone over weight (56lbs or ~25.5kgs). It’s something I’m both constantly thinking about and constantly not caring about, all at once. Society deems me to be imperfect. I do not conform. I am a freak. An outcast. Someone to be looked at with a mixture…