The Glasgow Kiss
My reviews are personal views; this won’t be academic or judgmental, I’m not going to rubbish another person’s work or vision, I’m just going to talk about how I felt about it, and anything I found interesting or enlightening. The
1969 – Mom and my first scar
My mom loved me, I just wanted to state that. I was a difficult kid, hyper, high on coffee, never slept (see coffee) but she was a single mom and with no support. In no way do I condone striking,
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All politicians should die!…figuratively of course.
Forgive the deliberately sensational headline, but I am entering into the spirit of modern popularist politics so it seemed appropriate. No, I am not calling for a politician exterminator; I’m really not that dramatic, but I am calling for a
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1969 – The moon landing
I was 4 years old and standing by the window in the living room next to the black-and-white TV. I’m pointing at the moon in the sky trying desperately to see the moon lander, squinting and asking my mom why
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1969 – The break-in
Big things happened when I was 4 years old, things I can’t forget even though the rest is just a blur. It was the year of the moon landing, something that still excites me today, and the year I got
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Morbidly Obese (Getting Healthy pt 2)
Not a pretty title, not something I like to be called, but my BMI is still high, so I am Morbidly Obese. However, a lot has changed since I did my first post on this about a year ago (see
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Beyond the Beat
From the age of 17, I started playing drums, learning by ear as well as I could and became a drummer in a band. There was really nothing else going on at the time in Smethwick; factories were closing, unemployment
Trying to get Healthy (Getting Healthy pt 1)
Without some internal motivation, you can just go through life reactionary and job-focused, I think this is probably the most unhealthy way to live and why I haven’t taken care of myself at all, always pointless and directionless so here I am at 57 defining myself for the first time.
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