Adventures in Everyday Madness Continuing
Another extract from Out of the Woods. You can only be openly disrespectful just so many times before somebody notices. It’s always the ones you fail to notice, the almost invisible ones who do the jobs that nobody else cares to do, the ones you would never do in a millions shit-storm centuries, who inform.... Continue Reading →
They still keep calling me. I am only able to hold it off so much. Inevitably, I cave into the pressure. Could I work in a school that is in some godforsaken part of the country? Maths, she said. I hate maths. Yes, I said and almost instantly regretted it. Our middle daughter seems to... Continue Reading →
From my new book: My life had reached a point where all that existed before could no longer match up to what was taking place after. Somehow, like the bicycle on the country road, my existence had become suspended, held in the moment before passing, and the reason for this was starting to slowly reveal... Continue Reading →
Saturday, oh Saturday. Since the accident, I have only been on one meaningful bike ride. Indeed, even that was not high up in the meaningful miles charts. That ride was, however, an affirmation of my desire to cycle. Today was the second such ride. This is a post about the time when I was a... Continue Reading →
Write about what you know, that's what they tell you. The problem is that I do not know these times, at all. These times have sprung up from the pages of novels that weave themselves around the possibility of a plague decimating the world's population. Interesting that the term, decimate, refers to the Roman habit... Continue Reading →
Monotony settles like a sheet across the waking hours of the ward. It’s a long day with patients being prodded awake with offers of tea and coffee. After that, it’s cereals or toast. I accepted tea, strong with only a little milk, but did not partake of any solids; my wife had provided me with... Continue Reading →
Paralysis comes with dreams. It arrives at the moment when sudden movement is required and needs the reptilian brain to inform it of danger. Being in hospital during those days was like going to a safari park, getting out of your car and taunting the lions. It should have been easy to climb back into... Continue Reading →
Write about what you know, that's what they tell you. The problem is that I do not know these times, at all. These times have sprung up from the pages of novels that weave themselves around the possibility of a plague decimating the world's population. Interesting that the term, decimate, refers to the Roman habit... Continue Reading →
If you are reading this you have survived IT so far. The IT is the thing that can't be named. Think Macbeth, but only think it. You see, once it has taken to the air and spread its wings...Well, I think you get the message. I am writing this as a response to IT. I... Continue Reading →
Sunday morning has come around again; much too quickly. It came with two possibilities: a passive, meaningless stretch of twenty-four hours or a moment seized and gently squeezed of its goodness. We chose the latter. After a two year battle with the world, I appear to be content. Contentment is so different from its superficial cousin,... Continue Reading →
