Shorter posts, links, or thoughts. No schedule, not heavily considered.
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Currently Pondering
Whilst I have other blog posts brewing, the following topics are all swirling in my brain (in a good way) so I thought I’d jot them down for posterity (mine, not yours). Glastonbury We didn’t make it this year. I’ve been swithering between not being bothered (from a line-up point of view) and being very…
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With apologies
It feels like a compulsion, a nagging itch that I can’t seem to cure buried away deep under my skin. Sometimes I’ll scratch and scratch and scratch at it until it’s raw but the desire is never fully sated. I’ve tried ignoring it too, pushing it to the back of my mind in the hope…
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Yoga
The room is warm and quiet, a soft glow from the candles in the corner. Scattered around the floor are long unfurled mats each with an occupant, some lie prone, some sit with straight backs, legs crossed. The atmosphere is one of calm as I pad my way, barefoot, to the far corner and unfurl…
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Serious (not serious)
Isn’t it funny the things that stick in your memory? I have a pretty crap memory at the best of times so when something pops back into my brain I take it as a sign that my brain thinks it’s important, even if I’m not sure why. Today the random memory was a conversation I…
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A brush with prejudice
For those about to read, please know that I’m very VERY aware that I’m writing from a position of privilege and that I realise a lot of my shock and horror of this event is largely driven by the fact that I’ve never been confronted with any form of prejudice before. I know this is…
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Relationships with metamours
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. #153342558 / gettyimages.com This month, the Poly Means Many crew are pondering metamours; I can still remember my thoughts when I first read…
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Always home
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…
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An apology
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…
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The Book
I am writing a book. I enjoy writing fiction, some of you may have read the bits and bobs I’ve posted here in the past, but I’ve no real idea if it’s rubbish or not. I’ve read some of it and it seems ok to me, although every time I re-read them I can’t help…
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Misconceptions
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. Poly Bingo – credit to BiteyTheSwitch. One of the reasons I got involved with the Poly Means Many project was because it had helped…
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What I miss
Wandering around the city centre, earphones in, observing life with a soundtrack. Apple sandwiches on soft white bread (with just a sprinkle of sugar). Running away from a soaking wet golden retriever before she shakes herself dry. Long train journeys. Hiking up hills, across moors, a fresh breeze in my face, a warm flask of…
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Bye Bye Foursquare
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…
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Why I love Calvin and Hobbes
Many many years ago, a good friend loaned me a book of comics. It was a compilation of a daily cartoon strip about a young boy called Calvin and his pet (toy) tiger Hobbes. He assured me it was worth a read and he was right. I started re-reading them last night (perfect bathroom reading…
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My Sad Captains
I’m a huge fan of Elbow. Partly for the melodies they weave and the sounds they create, but mostly because of the lyrics which are in turn funny, acidic, bold, soaring, and achingly beautiful. Guy Garvey is my favourite poet. Their songs, whether of sorrow, elated joy, or poignant recognition often strike a chord and…
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Letting go
The title of my website is largely true. I’m aware of my flaws and foibles and, for the most part, I accept them and I’m happy within myself. However that doesn’t mean I’m not on the lookout for ways to be a happier me. I’ve discussed in the past how I’ve taken steps to remove…
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A boy and his dog
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.…
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Relationship Significance
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…
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Podcasts
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…
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Tackling Tasks
I have a terrible memory. I am aware of this flaw and rely heavily on a variety of systems to help me cope. The main things that help me remember to Get Shit Done is Google Calendar (should I be somewhere right now?) and a list of things I need to remember to do (what…
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What lies behind
She waits for the bus, her shopping trolley standing to attention at her side, the scuffed tartan material marking times past. She looks old, worn but upright. Head up, shoulders back, there is still some fight in there and she definitely, defiantly, isn’t finished with life just yet. Her face is set straight and stoic,…