Ahhhh, writer’s block…

There is absolutely nothing worse than giving up while writing, mid-way through a sentence. Well, there is worse things, when you think about it- the mass genocides during World War II, the fact that William Regal has never held a major championship, when a pizza place puts slightly more pepper than you can tolerate (yeah, you asked for jalapenos, big man- now you’ve got to suffer them!) Continue reading

I’m feeling especially miserable today. I was yesterday, too, but I wanted to make a blog post at some point- mainly because if nothing else, it’s something to do. The problem here is the fact that a) I don’t want to bore you with whatever stupid ideas/thoughts I’ve got swimming about, a b) I don’t want to waste internet space whining. I do that enough without going out of my way to do it. Continue reading

I should clear out my camera more often

Yesterday I was sorting out my camera memory cards- no real reason, mainly just through boredom and a little bit of writer’s block (I’ve actually been writing a fair amount these past few days- no less that 6 potential ‘comedy’ sketches, ranging from fully finished down to a base concept, as well as a short play, several bits of stories etc etc etc), and I came across several photos that I took but never got round to using. Continue reading

Blue Monday. Apparently.

According to some journalists with nothing else to write about, today is apparently called Blue Monday, and is the single most depressing day of the calender year, according to a random equation that manages to make no sense whatsoever. I’m going to write it all off as rubbish- mainly because instead of a single, 24-hour day, I’ve had a fairly bleak few days, that don’t seem to be ending anytime soon. Continue reading

2013. It can jog on.

As I’m writing this, I’m in bed. I’ve either come down with a bad case of food poisoning or that norovirus that seems to be sweeping across everyone- although with my near-non-existent digestion and fairly weak immune systems, I can’t rule out anything really. All I’ll say is that throwing up several times at work is not good record shop etiquette. You never saw John Cusack blowing chunks in High Fidelity, did you?

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