The early Daze…

In that time, I would find time to write my blog every day. Sometimes it was more than one post. And sometimes it was longer than was necessary. From here it is difficult to say what is necessary. Words are not always needed. A shake of the head, a shrug of the shoulders, a rolling... Continue Reading →

April 19th?

This has become a special date for me as last year I caused my self a whole cargo of injuries that almost led to my unscheduled demise. Demise ia a nice way of saying dead. The good thing was that I didn't die - I came close to it, but just managed to avoid it... Continue Reading →

All Structure is Retrofitted…

This is my first day of the rest of my life.  I thought I may as well have it before it’s too late. I can remember fifteen years ago and being in the preliminary stages of realisation of the years that I was collecting. My footballing skills had most definitely waned and I started to... Continue Reading →

Some words From Way Back…

I wanted to be a writer. I wanted the freedom of thought that would allow me to create my own kingdoms and to find my own treasures. I wanted another life from the one that I have now. Teaching is a job, not a life. So, I set about the task of teaching myself how... Continue Reading →

Digital Narrators.

The other day, I started to play about with the new Anchor podcasting platforms and I have been having some fun. Okay, so the only voices available are a male and a female, both not out of place on the deck of Star Trek, but it does help to hear the stories. My favourite one... Continue Reading →

Staying in the womb…

The school was always making noises. We boys, being the ones that we were, merely added to the general volume. Most days would see us tempering our explosions, sometimes not. We were like juvenile pressure points that had very little control over themselves. The temperature, the pressure per square inch, was often pre-set before the... Continue Reading →

Some Things Stick…

“Don’t worry, Matthew, it’s not the end of the world.” Little did she know that it was not only the end of it but the beginning of the End. My love of all things apocalyptical was the springboard for my evolving religiosity and political beliefs. The end was a clean sheet, a time to wipe... Continue Reading →

Fear of Happiness…

Cherophobia can be defined as the fear of happiness, joy, bliss, or celebrating. Chero is a Greek word, which means to rejoice happiness or gaiety whereas Phobia in Greek means fear. Cherophobia or fear of happiness is the name given to a specific fear. Causes of Cherophobia or Fear of Happiness Cherophobia or fear of... Continue Reading →

Not Knowing What To Expect…

I have never entered a tomb. I would not know how to feel about disturbing the silence that has grown around those dead that have been placed there to slowly turn to hardened matter. I had now expectations as to what was likely to await me but I was fairly certain that nothing that was... Continue Reading →

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