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You may go about your business

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Hi, This will be my second week of time off, and I dare say, that I’m beginning to get used to this 🙂 Mind you, my younger sister, rest her soul, had a cheeky sign stating Born to shop. Forced to work which I can agree with. I’m also mindful of some advice a former colleague got on their retirement: You’ll never be busier! [ Note to self: make sure you didn’t type bustier – that’s a different change in life and probably wishful thinking on my part 😁] Hyperfocus With the busy thing in mind, there’s still the routine of dog walks and applying for jobs in the morning. I have, however, given the kitchen a damned good clean […]

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More T, please

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Hi, Continuing with the beverage related puns, you may wish to prepare a beverage of your choice, get comfy; this might be a bit of a long one 🙂 Pride 2025 After last year’s first visit, I was keen to go again. Partly for Child 2.0 as I’m his dad, partly for me, and partly for the community. The latter being trans folk and Nottingham Chameleons. No, I did not go in Lynn Mode, but perhaps there’s something in a middle aged white bloke wanting support for a community he doesn’t necessarily look like he’s part of. Well – books, covers, judgement, etc 😉 I’m not a person of colour, I’m not disabled, I’m not gay, and I’m not female […]

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Do. Not. Look. Other.

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Hi, Okay, I am not going to leave today’s post until my brain fails, and I’m left thinking…. well, not actually thinking. Just ‘muh’, which is a close cousin of ‘meh’, but is decidely more switched off. The lights are on, etc. ‘Ucknull This week the BBC released the dramatisation of Paris Lees’ book, What It Feels Like For A Girl. It’s available on iPlayer and yes, I’ve just finished watching it. It is… quite the ride and certainly one not for certain auidences – perhaps despite the lead character, Bryon’s, young years of fifteen when we first meet him. The cast, writing, and production are amazing, and – if I may – this shines through even in the harrowing […]

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The Escape Club

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Travellers are advised that the YATGB train service to Disappointment, stopping at WTAF and terminating at Yet Another Rights Rant, has been delayed to totally foreseen circumstances. Hello there 👋 So much for Friday night’s post eh? Luckily all deadlines are self-imposed. This week – despite it’s reduced length – has been a bit of a slog. Everyone is fine and there’s no drama thankfully. I think it’s a case of too much going on and that’s, well, just worn me down. There’s some uncertainty around employment and that’s not helping. Hopefully there will be clarity – there’s a topical and not-always-used-correctly – word to use. Virtual This may explain why I’ve been gaming – or more accurately, modding more. […]

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Creatures of the Night

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Hi, A short week this time around. I could get used to this! 🙂 Ah, but it were not for the requirement of filthy lucre to settle one’s bills and put food upon the table. Random thought: is it more environmentally and economically prudent to be a vampire? 😁 /S I mean, for a start you’re not contributing to intensive agriculture. Okay, you do have to have a nibble from time to time, but humans may donate willingly for a few bob. I guess you’d not need the heating on, being undead. That and your travel bills would be less. Sure, it takes a while to get anywhere as a bat, but the night views must be nice, right? Would […]

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500 and rising

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Sunday morning during the Easter weekend in Nottingham. Beautiful blue skies, a warm Spring sun, and a faint yet cooling breeze. My boots – vegan, women’s, M&S – whispered against the city streets as I made my way up through the manicured ruins of the new Broadmarsh park. No longer the slum of an early century, but maybe a tombstone of a once proud shopping centre. Across from the carefully laid rocks and water courses, loose tarps from the building’s skeleton flapped in the wind. Ghosts of visits passed drifted into my head. Christmas in the old Co-op restaurant, Games Workshop with a friend, buying knee boots in the 90s…. Up, up, and across Market Square to Speakers Corner: a […]

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