Friday, 25 December 2020

Payment

I love the eating, so much.

It's the awful physical and emotional feelings of having overdone it afterwards I really hate.

Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Deceit

Even after 30 years together, I think we both harbour a suspicion that after having fallen madly in love, we had to somehow trick the other one into to feeling the same way, and we each live in fear that sooner or later the other is going to notice they were deceived and realise we are not worthy of their love after all...

Wednesday, 11 November 2020

Decisions, decisions...

...and then I had to abandon the ironing after the first shirt, because I realised I'd been staring at the pile for over 5 minutes and felt incapable of deciding what order to do them in...

Thursday, 1 October 2020

The world is not what you thought

One of those conversations where, in a moment of awareness, the world suddenly turns and you realise that every memory of who you are, what you did, and why you did it, is now going to have to be re-written...

...again.

Friday, 19 June 2020

My Journey to a Parallel Universe

A true story...

When I was in my mid to late 20s, I drove a Lada.

Not the most fashionable of cars - in fact it was about as fashionable as my mullet - but it got us from A to B, most of the time.

Mine was light brown in colour.

I always knew it was light brown, so when I went to Halfords to buy some paint to cover up some of the scratches and dents, I bought the light brown Lada paint.

Then when I got home and went to apply the paint, my Lada was inexplicably cream, and had always been cream coloured.



The only explanation I have ever been able to come up with is, in that moment I slipped into a parallel universe where everything was the same except the colour of my Lada.

I sometimes wonder how the life of the Kim from the parallel universe I swapped places with, who bought cream paint at Halfords and suddenly found his Lada was brown, has turned out...

Sunday, 9 February 2020

Gritty Realism...

Once there was a man who lived in a small hut on the edge of the village.

If asked, he could tell people exactly how they could achieve anything they wanted.

Now if this was an epic saga, it would tell of heroes who asked all the right questions and went on to achieve their hearts’ desires.

Instead, this is a tale based in gritty social realism, which means very few people ever got round to asking him anything.

And those that did always had a good excuse for not acting on his advice, so continued to live their lives unfulfilled.

Monday, 6 January 2020

The Price of Immortality

What they never tell you about immortality is it doesn't come with increased intelligence.

For sure, the extra decades and centuries of life bestow a certain amount of experience, perhaps even wisdom, but now I get to spend all of eternity aware of my limitations.

After a while dreams and ambitions become pretty pointless.

And I have to accept I will always need to find a teenager to help me with the latest technology...

Tuesday, 17 December 2019

Look to the future...

When we stop looking to the future,
when we stop imagining what could be,
when we stop fighting for possibilities,
when we become obsessed with nostalgia,
when we live in the past,
when we no longer look ahead, only behind,
that is when we become old,
that is when we are only treading water until we die.

Sunday, 22 September 2019

Sometimes a line hits you so deeply, so profoundly...

I'm the one that's going to have to die
When it's time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to
- Jimi Hendrix

Friday, 13 September 2019