Diary Of Some Sort Of Life #12

04.55 The task at hand. Hmm. It seems simple enough. A bit of talent and a little imagination.  I feel quite good about it all still. Keep pen and paper at hand and remember what you see. At least I …

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Thursdays Child

Taking on something madly complicated is all consuming. The be all, and end all, for a few days. Then it’s cracked and you embrace the neglected.  Thursday’s Child desperate to be Friday’s. Dreaming of all that is gold. For years, …

The Lazenby Gambit

Get the right suit. Get your haircut right. Buy a Rolex. Get the job! Are you qualified? No, but fuck it! I look the part. I see it everyday. Everyday, I sit on the tube. Walk down the street or …

An Accidental Transgression

A Friday, a few weeks back. A friend was in the dumps. Feeling sad. I was feeling ready to start the weekend. As usual. A meet in The Turtle. The Turtle Bay is a local Carribean restaurant and bar that …

Decadence Reflection

Come down easy. I’ve still not managed to get back to reality. I’m still slightly pickled. My mind is wandering from place to place but with solid conviction about the tasks at hand. Grounds for divorce. After ploughing through the …