Christmas came & went & that ancient white haired git that goes by the name of Santa failed to deliver on the two simple requests on my Christmas list. Any self respecting Saint should be capable of performing minor miracles – quite frankly my Christmas list should have been a doddle – all I wanted … More Old New Me Twenty Twenty Three
On my new meandering path to wellness I’ve decided to tackle my diet. Now it’s not that dreadful to be honest, if zero was a fast food munching coke gulping fatberg of a diet and ten was a macrobiotic pulse laden organic fest then I’d be a five or maybe a six, but there is … More Food. Tuesday August 2nd.
It’s the beginning of a new month & change is in the air. My son heads off early morning to Edinburgh, he will be away until September with his show at the Fringe Festival. I watch him head up the road weighed down with bags and as he disappears around the corner I send with … More 100 steps back 1000 forward. August 1st.
Second day of taking vitamins & supplements, no changes yet, maybe it will take another day or two? Went ‘Up West’ to see the show Jerusalem with my Son in the evening. I’ve seen a version of this show once before, with my Son in the lead when he was at Uni. He was fucking … More Showtime. Thursday July 21st
This writing a journal business isn’t going so well. Like those distant school reports of mine from long ago, it’s a case of easily distracted, could do better. The point of me writing a journal was that if I set myself the task of writing each day then this would necessitate me actually doing something … More Off my Trolley. Tuesday 19th July
I need to exercise my muscles before they all cease up from lack of use. This I’ve decided includes my brain, which though technically not a muscle I figure is a muscle like thing. I am going to make sure I write something everyday as a cerebral workout – a regular diary with day to … More The Amerikins – Sunday July 10th
My new relation found through a DNA website has constructed a family tree which in turn has had me ruminating on my forebears, or at least some of them. My Grandad Harry died when I was very young, my recollections of him are sparse & would fit on the back of a postcard ( a … More Harry Boyer
Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting … More A Rhyme in Time
With my ever advancing years there are few things that I find more satisfying in life these days than a darned good rant. Now in my book a rant is an invective filled tirade of a thing, replete with expletives and language from the gutter, it should go on for an extended period and inculcate … More Rant
So here I am sheltering under some scaffolding in Covent Garden trying to avoid the pissy rain. It has already turned the dapper gent that I imagined myself to be when I set out earlier in the morning into a bedraggled soggy mess. Next to me in a fire exit doorway sits a homeless chap … More Have I got news for you.