When in doubt, overpack.

Hey folks, While shuffling a new monitor on my desk, I found a large round pebble. Nothing particularly exciting about that. It was grey, well worn and smooth to the touch. Perhaps one from a river, or the sea then? Turning it over, I smiled briefly, noting that I’d written Robin Hood’s Bay, 2012, on it. It was then that my mind drifted, back to a pleasant stroll along an autumnal beach. hands behind my back and the sea air gently blowing in my face. Gone, was the hubbub of the office, and the ring of telephones; just me and a moment of tranquillity. So, is that a greater part of what life is? No, not messages on metamorphics, or […]

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Walking the line

Hello, I don’t know how many posts it is now, nor the years that have ticked by, but making the first mark on the page – so to speak – doesn’t get any easier. Lots of ideas and suggestions pop into my muddled brain, but it’s only when I take a deep breath, dive in and prattle away madly, like now, that I seem to be able to get going. Today I saw a poster about elderly LGBT people and their care needs. The poster had a snappy title about not wanting to go back in the closet. Getting old isn’t something I really think about, although, with luck, it will arrive very slowly and there’ll be a long, slow […]

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Shopped

Hi, Like the real thing, only better The other day I was reading an article on BBC News with the title Graduation photographs offer ‘digital slimming’. A bit of retouching for graduation snaps: teeth whitening, removing blemishes and, now, being digitally slimmed down. I do wonder where all of this Photoshopping – to use a modern word – will end. We all know about ‘shopped fashion shoots and the mascara *ahem* adverts. I’m waiting for a flying car to be advertised and then see the famous words: enhanced in post-production. 😛 That gripe aside, who are we kidding? Is it the people looking at the photos or ourselves? I mean, if I could tweak my photos (more on that in […]

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All Quiet on the Western Front….

…. which doesn’t really make sense, when you live in the East Midlands. Unless there’s a face off between the Potters Massive and the Dales Collective. Not to make light of rural gang violence. Cow tipping, cider running, it’s a hotbed of inactivity. 🙂 Hmm. Perhaps I shouldn’t have watched Hot Fuzz before starting this post….. which is late. Friday was a little busy. The Ever Lovely Mrs Jones had car trouble and bless her, didn’t get back home until late. I would have thought the breakdown people might have been a bit more speedy, considering she was on her own. Not that Mrs J is a poor, feeble woman; far from it, yet if your road side assistance prioritise […]

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“A life to call our own,
That is ours alone,
Is as hard as hell to come by these days.”

Hi, The Past The other day, over on ‘Straightbook’ a friend request popped into my inbox. It was from an old school mate. Now, I’ve probably used up my quotient of ironic quote-marks. If I had any more, I guess they’d be around the word mate. 😉 I was a little thrown by this and me being me, I was in a bit of a spot over to accept or not. Seems silly now I look back. Not so much the outing that happened back then, but more me taking the time to consider accepting. I guess I was thinking forgive & forget but at the same time, I was worried that if I did, would he have another pop at outing me again? […]

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