As of late, I have been trying to apply my reduced intellect to the task of ameliorating my financial and career woes. As most of you will k...

I found my last work diary today. Why I still keep it I don't know, though I do have some hoarding tendencies. In truth I've always...

48G9H8 NFAXKN I'm listening to Norah Jones (or "Boring Jones" as David delights in calling her) in an attempt to lull my brai...

The girl stands silently in front of the door. She shifts her feet, clenching and unclenching the pale hands by her sides. The sun shines t...

Today is a special day. Not because it is New Years Eve. Not because it is both the end of the year and the end of a decade. (Two for the...

Well, you knew it was coming. There had to be a Christmas post describing the varied delights of the time of good will to all men (and wome...

OK so it's been a few weeks. I'm a bad blogger I know. I will take myself out back for a bit of self-flagellation later on to aton...

Well I'm back from the wilderness finally. I think. Maybe. We'll see. Fingers crossed. Touching copious amounts of wood. Oh lo...

What is worse than realising you are an 80-year-old woman? Realising that you are not, and will never be, an 80-year-old woman. For the last...

Without fail The Last Post makes me tear up every time I hear it played. Something about those notes, heard since earliest childhood, touch...