58 days in lockdown

Recently, whilst smashing up a seemingly fine wall with a very large hammer (so I could move said wall several inches to the left) I found an old pack of ‘Senior Service’ cigarettes that a builder from days gone by had left sitting on a cross beam….

Out of phase…

Some times when you get into the sea everything is just slightly out of phase. You seem to be duck-diving 20 times to get out back as everybody else glides elegantly past through unseen calm channels. Then you find yourself too close to shore so the bigger sets land on your head filling your sinus… Continue reading Out of phase…

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Can you learn to surf at 50?

Of course not – that would be ridiculous. Any sentient being approaching 50 years of age must feel the looming presence of their own mortality. The searing ache in every feeble, wasting muscle in your body, the befuddled confusion at pedestrian crossings where clarity of thought once reigned. The smell of decay when you change your socks (if… Continue reading Can you learn to surf at 50?

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Mid-life crisis in Senegal

Life has changed for me a lot in the last decade or two. Once I was a flaming ball of tumbleweed careering through life’s Wild West; travelling, partying and surfing wherever and whenever I could. I had energy, light and life. I had hair.

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Left or right. That is a question…

I’m not sitting here contemplating the futility of a political leaning. I’m not teetering towards the unoppressive embrace of Engels with a Fidel shaped tear on my cheek or marching brusquely in patent leather knee-highs to a Gestapoian goosestep. I’m simply talking surfing…

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Lost in the mist…

I’ve been a bit lost recently. Not the ‘manfully driving around tiny country lanes refusing to ask for directions’ or ‘wandering around the local Lidl licking fridge windows’ kind of lost but the listless, lacklustre, (alliteration ridden) lost of the middle-aged, middle-class man. A man in the middle of his life, struggling between the sweet… Continue reading Lost in the mist…

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And on the seventh day…

The rain stopped. Of course we all knew it would eventually – it doesn’t ever rain forever – that would be tantamount to Biblical and who needs that? I was starting to crinkle a bit around the edges and there was a definite whiff of mildew in my darker corners. But cease it did and… Continue reading And on the seventh day…

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