I’ve been tramping round Covent Garden since my mid-teens back in the eighties. In those days (oh, “when I were young” etc), it was rather a different place. Same buildings (on the main), it’s the nature of the shops that’s changed. Neal Street has but one shop I can identify as having not closed since…
One of the little things that pleases me is saying “Bless you” to people who sneeze. Strangers on the street, anyone. It’s a basic politeness, and recently someone thanked me in response. It’s those small things which I believe (or at least hope) help to make the world a better place.
Depression really is a bitch. Just sayin’. It distorts the truth, it changes you, it causes harm to you and people around you. It truly truly is a bitch.
In the depths of Moria, possibly the lowest dungeon, there waits a lonely soul. He’s been there for years now, in the same spot, currently safe from the Evil Iggy, the Ancient Multi-Hued Dragon, and,of course, the Balrog. Years, still, alone, waiting. Waiting for me. For me to return, to control, direct, to help him…
It was on my 21st birthday. I was in a KFC in Oman. Read on…. My father had a job working in Oman. He’d bought tickets for my brother and I to go out there to stay for a bit during the summer, and being a student I had as long as I wanted. Well,…
Now to work through Beethoven’s symphonies, conducted by Karajan. These are all mp3s taken from youtube, but I have purchased the records in the past. They’re there, with the rest of my vinyl, in a cupboard with my disconnected record player and amplifier. Until those are back together and working, I’ll have to do with…
Rachmaninoff’s third piano concerto. Just saying.
The previous post reminded me of a time I’d been propositioned by a lady of the night in (I think) the Soho area. I was probably 16-18, at a guess. My recollection is that she offered me something like a quick time? There was the concept of speed or short time span about it, at…
Back in 2001 I had an interview with Investors In People as some sort of webby person. Amazing employer, by the way, they really seemed to practice what they preached. Anyway, there I was in London. I’d finished my interview, I think I’d done a spot of shopping, and was sitting in a Cafe Nero…
What other creative outlets do I have? I’ve tried painting with acrylics, but that dried up (ho ho!), then I passed on all my kit. Playing trombone’s fun, but I’m ever so rusty, and I need to start from scratch. Worth doing though, I love the idea of playing in music sessions. It’s not creative…