Chapter 22

I wouldn’t call myself a voracious reader, but when i find a book that I’m really into, I do dive head first into it and don’t look back. Everything else be damned.

These days I find myself delving back into Stephen King’s old stuff, rereading material that was written when I was still in diapers.

Every now and then, I get a reality check as to what that era was & how things were back in the day. Ipod? Nada. Laptops? Nada.
Mobile phones? Nada.

I can’t imagine ever growing up in those days. Brrrrrrrrrrr.

It’s Official

Adele….Adele….Adele….You beauty.

Hitting home runs left right and centre.

This might be the album of the year for me. I read numerous “Sit in a corner with Adele’s new album and cry this weekend” and scoffed at that idea, but dear lord, it wasn’t a joke. This was is the real deal.

To prove a point, I can’t remember the last time I actually wrote something about a tune, any tune. It’s been ages.

Note to self: Writing things down is a good habit, especially in the later years when you can look back and go, jebus, what was I thinking.


Guess Who’s Back?

Enter late nights and tired eyes in the morning.
Do I care? Not. One. Bit.

Note To Self


One thing at a time.

Nothing can not wait.

The Return


Well come on then, don’t keep us waiting for too long!

I don’t particularly agree with JC’s actions and certainly don’t condone it, but it did seem like a witch hunt was going on at the beebs at the end of his tenure.

Whatever, water under the bridge.

God, that LaFerrari just looks spanking delicious.

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Bush-ing a pitch

14 years ago, September 11th happened. Imagine that, eleven years. TBH, it doesn’t feel like it has been that long since the term war on terror was coined.






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