Whilst on the train to work I found myself pondering my own mortality, wondering whether I would live to be an old lady kicking up a fuss in the post office, or whether some freak accident would take my body from this earth before I get to forty five. A strange thing to think perhaps whilst… Continue reading A toast, “to absent friends”
A star studded cast more than over compensates for this slightly self-indulgent, whimsical short story of one man’s moment or should I say several moments, with one of the most famous women in history. The film revolves around the making of the film ‘The Prince and the Showgirl’. The main storyline however is that of… Continue reading My week with Marilyn
Half way through a 5 hour journey to Norwich, it’s 6.30pm and I’m hungry. I have a 20 minute stopover between stations and there are a myriad of options for food. Wanting to make some effort on the ‘healthy 2014’ objective front I buy a chicken and sushi rice salad with low fat crisps and… Continue reading Salivation on the train
The festive season is like marmite, you either love it or you hate it. In true bah humbug style I am in the latter camp. In an effort to extend some positivity, I do like having a tree in my front room and time off work is pretty awesome. But that’s pretty much where it all ends. Carols… Continue reading Christmas Blissmas?
My enthusiasm for challenges sadly took a bit of a beating these last 12 days thus my attempt to complete the blog every day in November has failed. Starting a new job in London, with a 2 hour door to door journey each way, falling sick and not being paid for 7 weeks have all taken their toll. I have… Continue reading Epic Fail?
16.40 In Liverpool – realise I’ll never make the 16.48 train to London 17.20 At the local station – ask the guard how to get to Lime Street Station 17.21 Forget what the guard said. Wander through on a wing and a prayer 17.38 Arrive at Lime Street Station 17.40 Feeling virtuous, buy some fruit for the journey… Continue reading Diary of a journey home
The title ‘eh?’ has come about because that’s what I usually say to my colleague John, from Liverpool, who suggested the topic. His thick and fast accent leaves me bewildered at best and as much as I try, my open book facial expressions leave him in no doubt that I haven’t got a clue what he just said, giving me… Continue reading Eh?