After working throughout the entire summer, and disappearing for one long weekend during that time, I finally shut my computer down on Friday evening with no intention of switching it back on for the coming week. This morning I threw a few clothes into a backpack, and am now sitting on a train, heading towards…

We went to the cinema this evening, and watched an advance screening of “Nuremberg”, starring Russell Crowe, Rami Malek, and Michael Shannon. Ooft. Incredible movie. Exceptional performances by all involved. I can’t imagine how difficult an actor must find it sometimes – to inhabit a persona, or put themselves in a situation that most of…

It’s half past lunchtime on Sunday, and you find me hiding out in the junk room at home, listening to a singer-songwriter playlist. Randy Newman is singing that he thinks it’s going to rain today. He’s not wrong – it looks pretty miserable outside. Never mind. I’ll stay in the warm with a mug of…

I just looked at the clock in the corner of the computer screen after consciously trying to figure out what day of the week it was. Where did Wednesday go? Never mind Monday and Tuesday – how is it nearly Thursday? Where did Wednesday evening go? Has anybody seen it? I’m writing a few words…

Two of our oldest friends hosted a joint 50th birthday party at the rowing club in town last night. If I’m entirely honest, neither of us really wanted to go – we’ve both had a pretty draining few weeks/months/year, and would quite happily have had a quite night in. We know how that goes though…

What is the “right” age to act? What if the most authentic version of “you” is still a little bit… sticky-fingered and prone to spontaneous laughter? It strikes me that refusing to grow up isn’t about throwing tantrums, or asking for a juice box at a formal dinner party (though, let’s be honest, sometimes the…

One of the current WordPress writing prompts asks “what historical event fascinates you the most ?” Where to begin? When I was young I was a huge science fiction fan. I read all manner of books by the likes of Arthur C Clarke, Isaac Asimov and Robert Heinlein, and consumed a steady diet of whatever…

After spending so many years surrounded by chaos at home, it always feels a little bit odd when travelling to find life suddenly becalmed. So much so that I slept in this morning. I can’t remember the last time I slept through until 9 in the morning – especially as the clocks changed last night…

After a wonderfully unplanned night out with friends last night, we scraped ourselves out of bed this morning, threw clothes into travel bags, and set off towards Wells in Somerset – a small town near Glastonbury. After a somewhat eventful journey spent partly behind a tractor for ten miles of winding countryside roads, we eventually…

I’ve always loved the act of writing. I would never claim to be particularly good at it – passable maybe – but have always loved the act of sitting down and emptying my head into a keyboards, an paper notebook, or whatever the tool or method might be. And therein lies the problem. I’m a…