Checking out the bit between departure and arrival. I hope I never get there.
This is a journal more than a blog.
Very self-centred. It is written for some future me. I am not looking for a following. You may read it. Please comment, but please don't judge. I write about what interests me, concerns me, and a bit about what happens to me. I hope some of it interests or entertains you.I should probably have titled this blog "Shit Happens". Because it does.
Sometimes I quote a song or some poetry, either just because I really like it, or because it expresses something I cannot put as eloquently into my own words. Occasionally i am brave enough to publish one of my own.
Tag Archives: Relationships and Sex
End of Romance – A poem, for you.
You know that empty feeling you get When you take a huge dump Following a few days’ constipation. That is the feeling I have Now you are gone.
A Brief History of Time
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Tagged Autobiography, cannibalism, dealing with life, depression, don't talk to me about life!, equanimity, Family, frogs, Herpetology, Humour, Life the universe and everything, loss, marriage, Motorcycling, Relationships and Sex, sleep
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My Psychological State
Andrew dropped off the latest two episodes of series four of Game of Thrones last night. Needless to say, I watched them both before retiring. I am not sure what, if any, significance that has to the night that followed. … Continue reading
Choice
Someone on Facebook took offence at my jocular comment If I had realised at the time that Lebanese was actually a nationality, not a lifestyle choice, I would have asked her to marry me. Damn. I deleted their comment, not … Continue reading
The Bonnie Earl O’ Murray
Ye Hielands and ye Lowlands O whaur hae ye been? Thae hae slain the Earl o Moray And they’ve laid him on the green He was a braw callan An he played at the ba’ O the bonnie Earl of … Continue reading
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Tagged dealing with life, History, loss, Relationships and Sex, sorrow
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