I have cold, and can’t really sleep lying down. I don’t make a very good sick person, and like to sleep when I know I’m not missing anything. I also remember all my dreams and feel sad if I don’t get to have any. On Sunday night, I couldn’t sleep at all. As the pillows … Continue reading When was the last time you slept in a bathroom?
This is the cat I belong to. Her name is CJ and if ever a pet deserved their own blog post, it’s her. Her mother was the first cat to tolerate my presence, and her name was Cappuccino. This was another nod to my love of coffee. And the fact that her markings … Continue reading The Mascot
I hit Publish on Tuesday’s post, and then had coffee and noodles, while sitting at my desk and dealing with more official stuff. I was addressing envelopes and slurping my lunch when I looked up and noticed my post had been Freshly Pressed. One particular noodle might have been so shocked that it jumped ship … Continue reading A Noodle fell into my Coffee
The alarm clock is tuned to BBC Radio 4. If I hear one more feature on benefit cuts, taxes, the Government, or even cricket, I think I may actually throw the radio out the window. This is not the kind of stuff I want to wake up to in the morning. Especially considering I live … Continue reading I Am Not a Number
On Friday, I listened to this and this, which made me want to start watching his actual stuff. Sarge has both of Werner Herzog’s box sets, and he’s wanted me to get into his films for ages. It can be said that every night is film night in this house. Films and booze. Friday film … Continue reading I have been cheating on this blog…
You know what I hate? Using my credit card over the phone. Or putting any number longer than a local or international number into a phone. Because that requires entering the number in before the automated voice says: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, try again. Well, of course you didn’t catch that. It wasn’t … Continue reading Your call is not important to us, please hang up.
I write because I can’t not write I think in sentences Sometimes, even with punctuation. My favourite is ! When I write I am the most myself When I’m not writing My brain tweaks a little bit Just enough to say Get back to it! Connections are made When there are words On a page … Continue reading The Bridge, or How My Brain Works