All the things I do instead of writing…
I am never sure if I have changed, or if the world has changed around me. I'm 48, so I'm pretty sure it is a combination of both factors. I correspond to the old adage of " if you're not a liberal when you are young, you have no heart, and if you are not... Continue Reading →
I am watching my boys play Minecraft. They are for a change cooperating with each other, which is nice. I don't actively avoid writing about politics. As this blog has become mainly something to leave for my children to know me, I am perhaps cautious about documenting every passing thought that could be misinterpreted. And... Continue Reading →
I'm quite disconcertingly comfortable with my own company. When I'm not at work (which is most of the time), I have all the head space I need - I can read the papers, construct bizarre diet plans I won't stick to, shout at the morons on breakfast TV, indulge in antisocial personal habits like picking... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 