Hello My Dear Readers :)

Hi I thought I’d slide in a more personal salutation between the deep and meaningful ones I keep posting. Mum I won’t go on with more tales of woe regarding my Mum’s loss. I think the blog posts I do on all that are pretty all-encompassing. Besides, how do you find a way forwards? She…

Getting The Best Of Me

It occurred to me this morning, during my daily shower (I get some of my best ideas during said shower), that so much of our lives are spent at work, that it can often be the thing that claims the best of you. You try to look good (or at least passable), work hard, think…

My Beautiful Army of Trained Killers

I seldom talk about – if ever – my fascination with the sciences. Especially on my blog, which I have given over to the humanities and a bit of a metaphysical analysis as it has been of late. I have been looking through the scientific images of the Royal Photographic Society (as you do) and…

When The Hurt Days Come

There are some days that hurt more than others, when I am reminded of the bad things that make up the history of ‘Me’. I don’t know why they do. I suppose it has something to do with triggers – like a bad dream, or a song or a time of year. Last night, I…

Poem: Live

She’ll live until you make her die Her hair grows longer and blonder. She’s a shrill reminder of who you are Of where you came from Of whom you love. With a buried instinct to pursue The meaning of self you move In and out of awkward shadows To find nothing but an uninformed dawn…

6 Months Since

It has just been a few days past it being 6 months since my Mum died. I now have two photos of her on my desk at work. One of her as a child and another of her as a smiling woman, at the brightest of her bloom. Whenever someone stops to look at them,…

Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy & Me

Before I went to bed last night, I saw on the news that the voice of the original Trillian from the radio version of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy had passed away. Susan Sheridan, a superb actress, has sadly died at the age of 68. This is very sad news indeed and my sympathies…

Short Story: Never The Pedestal

WARNING: Please note that younger and sensitive readers are advised not to read this story, as it deals with adult themes, subjects and contains strong language. Thank you. They were in a friend’s car, in the back seat, pulling up at a supermarket car park one Saturday morning. It was too early for the usual…

Mistaking Strength for Weakness

I’m a self-beater-upper. The sort that looks at the mistakes ones made and holds oneself so far accountable, that one often loses sight of the real or joint culprits. However, what I used to mistake for weakness was actually strength or a sign I’d been too strong for too long. The worst thing about realising…