Monday, 30 July 2012

Stop, search, destroy

I was watching a slug move slowly across the pavement, hoping that the sun wouldn’t dry it out after all the excitement of the afternoon’s thunderstorms, when the police came back. 

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

An ode to a person that kept my feet on the ground and a thing that keeps them off

Below is a letter that I recently wrote to my therapist, who I nervously stopped seeing a few months ago. Reading it back made me realise the efficacy of that therapy and the hugely positive impact that it had on my life.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

The View from Above

I walk a fair amount. I walk to work and I walk back. I walk after work and my breaks from work are largely based around walking in beautiful places. A great deal of my time is spent thinking ahead to walks and looking back on them. Sometimes I walk "off-piste". I have clocked a fair few miles on wonderful trails, I've tramped through the woods and snagged my trousers and skin on brambles and branches. Yet, it presents an odd topography.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Throwing Stones at Gandalf

As part of my attempt to try and get a better grasp of my own instinct I have discovered that throwing stones at stuff might help greatly. It has also apparently made me better at basketball (which I don't really play) and might even be making me feel better generally. Playing never grows old.