The thoughts inside my head

To throw another metaphor at the situation, it’s like getting lost in a storm but ending up where you were meant to be rather than where you were heading. Probably not that glamorous though. Maybe more like being drunk and trying to make it to the sofa to sleep, but ending up on a bed. In the spare room. At your friends house. In a different city. Nice when things work out?

We will always have Dallas…

I’ve recently returned from what was a thoroughly excellent holiday to Texas with a brief stint in Mexico as a bonus. The main trip was as part of a relatively big group and I had the pleasure of meeting some excellent people along the way. I suspect I could talk for hours about the trip, […]

Everything’s bigger in…

So it’s getting towards the end of March, I’ve been writing this blog for almost three months now and I fly out to Texas in a few days. Yeehaw! This holiday was booked entirely on a whim. I’d seen a friend talking on social media about a music festival that was happening out there, but […]

A Glass Box of Emotion

I tend to think that my mind knows itself a lot better than I do. Assuming I haven’t actually had a psychotic break, this functionally means that sometimes I just leave it to do its own thing.

I am not the Wise Old Fish

It’s the weekend, it’s raining and I feel like I’m trapped in a glass box of emotion. I’m not really but the world can always use more Anchorman references. Stay Classy. The picture above is based on a story in a book by David Foster Wallace. As far as I know he first used it […]

On: Optimism, with Belligerence

It’s Monday morning, it’s the start of a new week which would struggle to not be better than the last one and I’m wondering about the practicalities of shooting a mime. Should you use a silencer as a mark of respect? Is that cultural appropriation? Such a minefield these days. Answers in the form of […]