Waffle

This will be waffle but fuck it. It’s 23:41 (at this exact minute) and I’m drunk, sat in the conservatory, with the patio wide open. It’s balmy (good word). I’m fucking drunk. But, for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m alive, living, breathing and human. I feel emotion. I feel … More Waffle

Demon Bike

The same bike that I fell off in October, resulting on a broken wrist and broken elbow, has claimed another victim this week. Terry borrowed my bike on Wednesday, and in a collision with another cyclist, broke his leg in two places. He’s going to have to have surgery tomorrow, have his bones screwed back … More Demon Bike

Movement

Terry is moving in here. Kinda strange as last time we lived together things didn’t end well and we probably had the darkest period we’ve ever faced in over 13 years of friendship. I probably wrote about it in this blog somewhere, but I don’t want to revisit it just yet. He’s split with Linzi … More Movement

Challenge over…

I finally finished the 30 day letter challenge in a mad burst of the last five letters on Friday. Not exactly pleased with them, or with the challenge idea. I think that 30 letters is A LOT. Far more than I could fit into my days, and the subjects are probably a little bit Americanised…. … More Challenge over…