It’s been a while.

A garden, my garden. Hello again, it really has been a while. I'm not even sure how to start this off, it's been that long. I've checked, and the last time I posted something here was 21st March 2020 - quite a lot has happened since then. Please excuse me if I ramble on, I'm …

postseven.

all of my cars. I'm not quite certain exactly when my obsession with cars began, but I do know that I have always been obsessed with cars. I'll admit that I know nothing about how they work, or how to fix them, but everything else is known on an expert level. Ish. I'm the sort …

postsix

sleeping is the enemy. I can't sleep for shit. I know this because I experience it on a near-daily basis. Everyone else knows this just by looking at me, or, if they dare, talk to me in the morning. I liken myself to Dracula on a garlic farm before 9am. I think some people think …

postfive

good songs, shit songs. I can't claim a single ounce of credit for thinking of writing about this subject, that credit belongs to Loui. It's quite a good idea though, so I'm going to run with it. Not actual running, I haven't ran properly since walking into a field of cows and bulls with my …

postfour

delusions of grandeur. I highlighted an issue to myself on a Sunday evening. I had no work the next day, a rare moment of lacking the Sunday night feeling. The world was my lobster, I could do anything I wanted to without repercussions of a busy Monday morning. Equipped with this freedom, I ditched a …

postthree

aimless ramble I've spent the last twenty minutes or so coming back and forth to this page, thinking about what to write and how to write it. It then struck me that this is the entire point of this experiment, I can write about whatever the bloody hell I like. On that basis, I'm going …

posttwo

enjoyment/endurance 'Are you enjoying the gym?' 'erm...' I've been a lardarse since time began. I don't remember a time in my teens or adulthood where I haven't been a lardarse. And that's fine, it is the unfortunate normal for me and countless others. There's no point in blaming it on anyone else other than myself …

postone

return of the mac I had a title for this, the first bit of writing that I've done for a fair old while, and then this absolute nugget came to me whilst I was driving to my luxurious writing shed (Starbucks). Apologies if this first post is jumpy and flows as much as an uphill …