Over and Over Again

I sat down at the desk in the junk room to write a blog post an hour ago. All I have done so far is listen to music on Spotify. Music from my distant past. While writing this, Wilson Phillips are singing "Hold On", and I'm remembering drawing a picture of them in the back of my college art sketchbook.


It's lunchtime at work, and I'm forcing myself to take a break. On a given day I sit here for hours - sometimes not leaving the chair all day, and then wondering why my legs are stiff when I get up to go home. Of course I cycle to work, so I'm not completely unfit, but I really should do something more. Years ago, I used to go running a couple of times a week - maybe I should try and make time for it once more. It's all about forming habits really - getting into a routine.

Pool Party Shenanigans

You know how you head into the weekend sometimes, and you have plans to do so many things - things for yourself - time to yourself. And then the weekend arrives, and all those ideas get blown away by a gust of wind. Yeah. That.

The Dying of the Light

After a day spent fighting virtual fires within the software leviathan I have been constructing for the last six months, I'm now sitting in the garden, slowly feeding kindling into a chiminea, gazing into altogether more real flickering flames.There's something about tending an open fire. I'm not sure if it's the smell of wood smoke, …


I seem to have fallen off the "post every day" horse quite spectacularly in recent weeks. I'm thinking this is a good thing. I know one or two people look out for my posts, and that's all sorts of wonderful, but if I have little to report, it always seems a bit forced.I was going …


I bought a music magazine this morning for the first time in years. I was wandering around the local stationery shop with Miss 13 - who had some money burning a hole in her pocket - and happened upon the magazine rack. While half-keeping an eye on her, I started flicking through the various magazines …