Braver Again…

I was looking through the news this morning and found yet another story about a famous person who has suffered from mental issues. The guy was a sportsman, a top-class goalkeeper, who nose-dived into that pit of despair and anxiety that seems to be affecting more and more of the 'normal' population. Because of his... Continue Reading →


Dreams have been my companions down the years. They have fed my creativity and nourished my will for the future. Some time ago, the dreams stopped coming. At night when I slept, I did just that. There was a void of neither here nor there into which I was plunged each time I rested my... Continue Reading →

The End of Something

Something is missing. “Getting thrown out of baseball was like having a part of me amputated. I’ve heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that have been dust for over fifty years. That was me.” Shoeless Joe Jackson, Field of Dreams. The wise man would tell you to go with your heart.... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Report:

Our cat of over ten years was probably knocked down yesterday. It came to the door, yowled loudly, came inside and collapsed. It was taken to the vets and stayed there overnight. I, a husband for over twenty one years, woke up with terrible stomach cramps on the eve of my visit to the doctor's... Continue Reading →


I don't know why but Mondays always come along like that train you should not really be on. They always follow Sundays and they spend that day fermenting wrong thoughts; dread. Still if Mondays did not come along, you'd probably be dead. Or tansported to a different plain. I hope mine will take me somewhere... Continue Reading →

Through The Eye Of A Needle

I cannot imagine immense wealth and while we talk in millions some of the truly rich use billions or trillions. Whilst I look at my pension thimble, these guys literally own the earth. And one name came out at me from history, Mansa Musa. Some big caravan. Although the non-tax paying Amazon founder Jeff Bezos... Continue Reading →

The Tatooist of Auschwitz

A Novel I have only just finished reading this and have gained something from its tale. There was a moment towards the end of the story that I started to feel the tears begin to well-up beneath my glasses. The spectacles are not rose-tinted, but are tainted by the passing years. This meant that I... Continue Reading →

Passive Aggressive, Moi?

1. "I'm not mad." Denying feelings of anger is classic passive aggressive behavior. Rather than being upfront and honest when questioned about his feelings, the passive aggressive person insists, "I'm not mad" even when he or she is seething on the inside. 2. "Fine." "Whatever." Sulking and withdrawing from arguments are primary strategies of the... Continue Reading →

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