Having a lot of time on your hands while you plan your next move/world domination can have an interesting effect on oneself. You can either use this period for personal development; learning new things, getting fit, contemplating your navel. Or you can sit about on your arse playing online chess, watching back to back episodes of …
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Procrastinating.
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Birthdays, good friends and arseholes
Well it’s been a while folks. Back in my home from home. My only home to be honest. And what a lovely place it is. Made new friends, saw some old ones, and enjoyed a spirited return to these shores; including a rather wonderful birthday. Yes I recently turned the ripe old age of 35. …
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Pastures old
After leading 18 pub crawls in a row, spending three months in Sofia (a large percentage of that either sick, drunk or both) and burning the candle at both ends, I was looking for a way out. Salvation came in the form of an email from a friend. A conversation similar to the following exchange …
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Wake me up when September ends
Well that’s it then. Summer is officially over. The weirdos have been arriving in the hostels. Scotland has suffered a referendum defeat, robbed of hope and a bright future by the BBC and the over 55’s. The hangover set to last for a number of years. I’m still in Sofia, hiding away from the rest …
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Whiskey, Oil and Tunnocks Tea Cakes: A word on Scottish Independence
You know when everything is dirty, you’ve nothing to wear, so you throw a washing on, eagerly awaiting that moment when everything comes out warm, clean and fresh? And then the moment when you open the washer door, stick your hand in, yank out your entire wardrobe in earnest, only to realise that the machine hasn’t done …
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Day 5
I’m five days in and already life is looking rosier. I’ve yet to ride a horse, but no matter, as my work and exercise are keeping me busy and my mind occupied. I’m now six days without a cigarette or a drink – in spite of both being on offer here. Seriously the kitchen is …
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Day 1
So I’m becoming acquainted with the tasks I’m required to do, the people, the creatures and animals, the uncountable insects, and a pet raven that steals my phone. His name is Oscar, and he’s a menace. No sooner had I arrived, than he’s at my pockets trying to nick things. I make the rookie mistake …
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The Horse Ranch
In stupid heat I’m rammed into a tiny mini bus being glared at by locals. I’ve managed to get out of the city, but these things weren’t built for travelers. There’s nowhere for your bags (two rucksack’s, a guitar and a hitch to India sign) so I’m left to squeeze in and pile my stuff …
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The morning after the night before
Things are different in the daylight aren’t they? Especially if you’ve been blinded by your own selfish interests. Change perspectives. It’s not always about me. It takes a big man to admit that they were in the wrong. But I am/was. She’s young. Her life is on a different path to mine. She needs to …
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Broken in Bulgaria
Reading a detective novel didn’t really help. It inspired something. Maybe being the son of a D.I antagonised things even further, but nonetheless, I found myself putting two and two together and coming up with four. I’d not heard from her properly in months. Her Facebook page was silent. No response to the “I miss …
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