• Getting back on the road

    Well here we go then.  My time in the UK has finally come to an end.  What have I learned?  Not much probably, save that this country is a total rip off and I hate London.  But I knew that anyway.  Matters of the heart will be given some more time to settle before judgement …

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  • Broken in Brighton

    I don’t feel the driving rain as I cut a lonely figure negotiating through revellers in Brighton streets, unfazed by some pretty girl trying to dance with me. Singing the same song lyrics over to myself, using the downpour to camouflage glassy eyes. Sitting alone nursing an ale surrounded by empty seats. I ghost to …

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  • Wetherby

    It’s been about ten years since I last set foot in my old home town. Ten years since I saw my remaining friends here. Ten years since I wandered past the house I grew up in and chanced a peak over the garden fence. It was time to put that right. Taking the bus from …

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  • Memories

    I’ve always felt a bit funny standing and peering over a fence at a house that isn’t yours anymore.  Imagine if a woman inside on her own was to catch sight of me staring into her backyard for no apparent reason.  The police would be called.  You’ve got to be subtle about it.  Move position …

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  • Going home

    It feels somewhat strange as we board a 10 hour bus to Glasgow.  A wonderful few days in sunny Twickenham with my sister behind us, it’s now time to take that long road North.  Ella has had the pleasure of meeting my delightful twin, who’s literal opening conversation was about the various sizes and extent …

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  • The madness of flying, London and women

    While I stand in line with a boarding pass and passport, I’m looking around at my fellow passengers and thinking; ‘these are the people I’m going to die with’.  Such is my fear of flying, which gets significantly worse each time, as my brain is convinced that this is the one that’s going down.  This …

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  • Shooting even more cowboys

    Once again I’ve failed to look at flight times, distances and such, and I’ve left myself the unenviable task of sleeping in Luton airport.  Again.  While only being some 20 minutes from my sisters house, in order to make my plane I need to travel into the city to travel out again.  It’s ridiculous.  I …

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  • Shooting more cowboys

    What do you want me to say?  I needed some down time.  I’ve been having it.  A lot.  Just forgetting the world and shutting the curtains because of the glare on the TV screen.  It’s not exactly sumptuous weather out there anyway; I’m not missing much.  Don’t judge me.  Innocent maidens need saving from would …

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  • Shooting cowboys

    Apparently tonight we’re going to see Faith No More, one of my sisters favourite bands.  I’m overjoyed to find she doesn’t feel like it, considering it is still lashing down with rain in July.  This calls for a celebration, so I kill hundreds of cowboys on the X-box for a quite frankly unhealthy amount of hours. …

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  • Rain, rain, go away…

    Big night out planned.  I spend the day doing sod all but sorting out my back pack to get out on the road again this week.  It really is a joy to shed the load and whittle my belongings down to not very much at all.  Somewhere thrown into this mix is ten hours straight …

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