It’s me. For a while I thought it wasn’t, then I built up a scenario in my head of how Penrich was going to supercede me, Penrich was going to slip into my mind and overhaul all the delicate feelings, emotions and fine tuning I’d built up over the...
I’ve told you about Penrich. The truth is even stranger; he woke me up in the middle of the night, forcing things into my head, strange thoughts, I s’pose you could call them thoughts. I couldn’t sleep after that, then I knew I had to do something...
How dull it’s been here lately. I’ve got a bike, crusty with all that crap that comes off the road in January (you know, the salt & grime they put down here to keep the ice at bay) in the garage, thinking about going rusty. I woke up this morning...
Dismal day here in Suffolk, raining, grey, that shivery kind of cold weather that gets in your bones, nose, everywhere and makes you remember the hot days of summer. One in particular I recall, driving down to Bev’s parents’ place in Abingdon. Get there,...
Blogging. The name has been jumping out at me for the past few weeks. I’m reading a book now on it, sort off jumped out at me from the library shelves. Blogging, by Biz Stone. Telling me how to get started. So, I thought I would have a look at the blogger.com...
