It’s been a while, I know. Excuses? A rather ‘constipated’ brain……packed full of excess material: disbelief, incredulity, outrage and JUNK! Knowing where to start has become so problematic, that, like the constipated mathematician, I’ve had to work it all out with a pencil!…… a word jotted down here….. a sentence there……frustrated ‘flushings’ and yet more paper to hopefully capture any vestige of verbal diarrhoea that might help relieve this ‘blockage’……. Sorry, the analogy is a mess…… but so is the world…….and I still don’t know where to start.
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On Days Like This….
I am having a rotten day. Nothing, but nothing, is going well. My head is now stuffed with random unproductive thoughts and I am sinking fast. I am floundering in a sea of indignation, indecision and sadness. I feel helpless and hopeless and and have now sought refuge at my computer to try and make something coherent out of the babble in my head……remember the game where you were required to make a jumbled assortment of words into a well known phrase or saying?…there is so much I want to say but I seem to be struggling with order, organisation and focus. Maybe I should just pluck a word or phrase out of the bubbling porridge that is my fevered brain and give it voice…… pick me!…..pick me!…. Continue reading
Credit Where Credit’s Due….
I’ve been watching a fair few dramas on tele at the moment and am thoroughly enjoying them to boot but I feel I must speak up for the ‘teams’ involved in producing these programmes. I don’t know about you but I love to read the credits at the end of each episode – perhaps to refresh my memory with the names of actors/ producers/directors, perhaps to seek out the names of 
writers/musicians/ make-up artists or find out where and when the the production took place; I’m the same at the cinema I just like to know these facts and by scrutinising the credits I feel in a way I am respecting the contributions made by a great number of people to the success (or otherwise) of the show. Continue reading
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