I suspect what would render is a generic me. Aspirin rather and Anadin. Lacking colour, texture and detail.
‘As we all die eventually, there is nothing to lose – everything is already lost, so, there is no value in worrying about the future’
He was solid, tall, wearing an orange jumpsuit.
I am almost seven different people from who I was Then.
OK. This might not be the best title for Boxing Day. I can’t get away from it however; Perhaps The writing will help me move-on. Last night I watched […]
What brought this into perspective was the 1985 Top of The Pops that we watched afterwards; John Peel had hair; Bon Jovi and the Human League featured.
Today I learned a sad fact, I should Have been aware Already, Perhaps Indeed It was one of those things I had chosen to forget. It was about the […]
At present I am reading ‘The Death of Methuselah and Other Stories’ by Isaac Bashevis Singer; this perhaps is the reason that Yiddish words are buzzing around my consciousness. I […]
This is when we can behave in ways that are counter to our usual preferences; the quiet guy shouts, the woman obsessed with detail makes rash and sweeping assessments, the emotional soul becomes a tyrant.