I was jogging around Primrose Hill and Regent’s Park last week (as one does) and saw this sign. I had to do a second lap before taking the picture as I didn’t want to break pace. Enjoy. Writing is on the way.
Something I hope you’ll enjoy
It’s weird, as long as I’ve had this blog up and running (for over a year now), I’ve never posted anything music related. I thought I’d mix it up a bit, and so, I present To Kill a King with Choices. I know that I tend to avoid around 99% of the music videos that…
Breakfast in Bed
I saw this outside a diner at the weekend and thought it was kinda funny, I hope you do too.
A quick one before the weekend
The NES was one of the first gaming systems that I ever played and I’ll never forget the hundreds of hours I spent sitting in front of the TV with this thing in my paws, trying time and again to beat Super Mario Bros. 2. Thinking about it now, I’m not sure if I ever did actually complete that game. I remember gripping the controller so tightly during those particularly difficult later stages that I’d force an impression of its cornered edges into my little hands. Sometimes I would apply such pressure that I’d actually bruise. I also head-butted my Gameboy while playing Wario once, but that’s an altogether different story.
Blessed are the forgetful
“There is no teaching, but only recollection” – Socrates Last year I saw a stand-up comedian who, after riffing for 10 minutes on his recent travels across the United States, concluded his set (which was admittedly quite low on laughs) by idiomatically declaring to the half-cut Friday night audience that “when you experience different cultures,…
A SWIFT AND ALL TOO SUDDEN CHANGE IN MY IMMEDIATE PRIORITIES
On Monday 21st July, I entered Homerton Hospital’s Accident and Emergency unit in East London troubled with a case of double-vision that had been bothering me for a number of days – it was my stupid and foolhardy male pride that stopped me from seeking assistance as soon as I first noticed the onset of…
Time is the Enemy
I’m so busy at the moment that I just don’t have all the time I’d like to write. I’ll be going to Belgium this weekend, Budapest (for a stag party which I know I’ll be most certainly writing about) the next and then I have this Rock the Farm festival going on at the end of…
Under Pressure
The bookshelf above my bed is now beyond overloaded and I’m quite certain that it’s going to collapse any day now. We’re at breaking point. One of the screws on the bottom left corner is looking particularly dodgy, and despite my best efforts I can’t get the damn thing tightened back into the wall. I…
Star Wars Photoshop Action
I know it’s been a while since I published a new writing post but with the next trilogy of Star Wars movies just around the corner and news that Harrison “Han Solo” Ford recently broke his ankle on set at Pinewood Studios in the UK, I couldn’t resist having a spot of fun with some…
The Enda Kenny Mask
I’m getting quite comfortable with Photoshop and Illustrator CS6, so I decided to get a bit satirical and political with it. Enda Kenny is an Irish Fine Gael politician, and has been the Taoiseach (Irish Prime-Minister) since March 2011. Fine Gael are a rather conservative group and are seen by many as being out-of-touch with…
Recent adventures with Adobe Illustrator
I recently started working with Adobe Illustrator and here’s my first attempt at image creating. I hope to get more adept with it in the future. It’s a massive amount of fun.
Une Generation Perdue
The house on Gunnersbury Park was the first place I lived in London and it was one of the filthiest and most unfortunate grub holes in the whole city. For a start, it was much too small for purpose. There were over 25 bodies under that roof and we only had 8 rooms between us – and that’s not…
50 word story – Untitled
And that time she fell, the care they took to get her up again. Those old bones are softer than chalk, they said, but they had held through harder times. With what that man had put her through, at least we were gentle when we lowered her into the ground.
Giving life the runaround
Of all the tortures to which an otherwise sane person could willingly submit themselves, there are few activities I dread and despise more than jogging. Everything about this most sadistic of ventures fills me with equal measures of distain and revulsion. And yet, as soon as I arrive home from work, I waste no time in…