Yeah, I’m no good at confrontation. This stems from times in the past when *I’ve* been the instigator of confrontation while unwittingly being in the wrong, thereby accusing an innocent person of impropriety. The shame and embarrassment of having to live that kind of thing down has stuck with me. This might go some way… Continue reading Confrontation
Changing the scenery at work (i.e. swapping one canvas print for another) and, in lieu of a hammer and nail, using the sturdy side of a stapler to bash a drawing pin into the plaster. Not sure why I get all the high-altitude jobs but you’ll find my footprints on a lot of furniture in… Continue reading Hanging on
Just a guitar guy for a Sunday afternoon. Not sure what look he’s going for, sort of Cobain-esque blonde curtains but with a single long brown highlight. Seems a bit lost without his band but appears happy enough, strumming along to an indie-pop tune.
I think it’s true that everyone has at least one story in them as every now and then I keep coming back to an idea I once had; a thriller, no less, but with fantasy elements. It involves two detectives, both trying to trace the same mysterious radio broadcast and both unaware of each other’s… Continue reading Thriller
While I was leaning over and getting my things out of the car, a little grey cat jumped in and had a nose around. Usually cats tend to run away from unfamiliar humans but this one evidently wanted a ride somewhere. I had to gently shoo her away. I always assume cats are female and… Continue reading A cat calls
Spending an afternoon with Karen in the new pub in town (given its proximity to my gaff, technically it’s my new ‘local’). I ordered from an app, like a robot from the future would. Karen couldn’t manage all her chocolate and ice cream so I assisted her like the helpful, portly gentleman I am. Afterwards we… Continue reading Sunday lunch
And summer evenings, yeah… It’s far more wasteful to squander a summer day than a winter one and for most of us we spend the morning and afternoon working away in buildings, pulling the blinds closed so we can see our flickering screens – meanwhile, outside, the sun beats down, flowers open and shadows switch sides.… Continue reading Summer evenings