There’s something about being a taken on a journey. I think so, anyway. I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room late on Sunday night, listening to Elton John and Brandi Carlile’s album “Who Believes in Angels”. When I first heard it, I wasn’t sure – but then over the days, weeks and months…

Have you ever wondered if somebody, somewhere is stealing all the time? Somehow it’s half past midnight – or “half past my bedtime”, as my middle daughter might have said when she was young. I’m not really sure how the universe works any more – maybe I never really knew. At the end of each…

They were so preoccupied with wether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should… A little while ago – after receiving feedback that subscribers to my blog weren’t altogether happy with Substack marketing things at them – I tried switching to “Ghost” – an alternative online publishing platform. It seemed like…

For me it’s an escape – a leveller. It’s about our common love of music, and at the end of the day each other – because without each other, we wouldn’t have anything to sing about. I’m not really sure when we started watching Eurovision. It’s become a “thing” that we do each year –…

I love people watching – and hospitals are right up there in terms of providing perhaps the most random cross-section of society to watch. I answered an SOS call on Friday morning from a neighbour. Their internet was being “a bit rubbish” (their words), so rather than headbang the wall for several days answering support…

A close friend messaged me recently, worrying that I was burning myself out. She was probably right. I can’t keep this up forever. Do you ever have those moments where you look away, and several days pass? I’m trying to remember what on earth I’ve been doing all week – obviously such important things that…

Now I just need to re-engineer the universe to allow me to read all the books, write in the new notebook, start running again, record content for YouTube, do all the chores, and somehow work. After waking a little after 8am this morning, and packing our belongings into the back of the car, we took…

If you ever worry that the literary world is diminishing, tell people about a small town in the Welsh borders called Hay-on-Wye, where a literary festival quietly attracts Burning Man numbers. After waking a little after 8 this morning I performed the inevitable gymnastics around the holiday cottage to have a shower and shave without…

I’m six foot three inches tall. The cottage we are staying in was built several hundred years ago – when people were at least a foot shorter. I woke a little after 8 this morning in the grip of the memory foam matress that had mysteriously absorbed my body during the night – forming an…

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an old Hemingway book, a glass of wine, and an armchair in the sunshine waiting for me. After leaving home mid-morning and stopping at an oddly soul-less rest area en-route, we arrived in Hay on Wye early in the afternoon. Against expectations – while wrestling with a navigation…