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…
As we all know commuting to work adds a certain drudgery to the day’s proceedings; the stuffy, crowded train carriage where you rattle to work with your head lodged into somebody’s armpit.
Last week I watched all of my surf videos. Even Blue Crush. It started as an attempt to lift my spirits – to whisk me away to foreign shores where perfect waves meet perfectly placed boards in an inspirational aqueous ballet.
I have a blog. If you’re reading this and you weren’t aware of this fact then something is wrong… In fact I have three blogs. And a Twitter stream (again, in reality there are 3). I also have a plethera of facebook pages, mostly lying comatose in the dank and dusty corridors of a virtual… Continue reading Caught between a rock and a social networking stream
Papersurfer junior, a few days before his eleventh birthday, was in a reflective mood. He asked myself and Tango (grrr) if we had any thoughts on what happens after death. ‘Did we believe in Heaven?’ or ‘reincarnation?’ or ‘are we just worm food?’
The soothing sounds of Lionel Ritchie and the Commodores melt over you like maple syrup over a hot stack of pancakes. Fresh coffee is poured at a respectably late hour, the woodstove wraps the house in a comforting glow and the sofa beckons for a day of lounging and relaxing.
In a cold flurry of golden leaves, autumn appeared from nowhere, bringing brimming dark clouds, sharp winds and the smell of woodsmoke…
There is the distinct odour of change in the air – the local train station is to be transformed into a ‘Metro stop’, promising