I like to think of grief as a predator in a bar. There you are, all happy, enjoying life, and then it creeps up behind you and pinches you on the arse. No warning, no offer of a drink, just an emotional and physically disgusting assault on the senses. That was how I woke up …
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Chip off the old block
I belong to a wonderful blogging group called WhitPress. Every month we meet up and Jonathan, the leader, sets topics for us to write about. Last month they were Mother’s Day and chocolate, which sent me and Annie into a bit of a spin as we both don’t have mothers anymore. That can happen with …
Make it memorable
Until yesterday evening it would be safe to argue that the majority of the population had never heard of Elon Musk or Tesla Cars, that was until Elon Musk (a person, not an aftershave) launched a cherry red convertible Tesla into orbit. As a marketing stunt, it is certainly memorable. It would be interesting to …
Social media shouldn’t be difficult
I’m going to sound like a dog with a bone here (term courtesy of the latest Whitpress competition), but social media is not that difficult/scary/worrying/*insert another term here*. One of the most frequent enquiries that we deal with is from small businesses who are scared by social media. Whether they have been told that updating …
The power of good content
When I was studying Politics at University, my first lecturer stood up and told us to look around. “Politics is everywhere”, he said, “From the smallest conversation between a parent and a child to international diplomacy. It is a beating heart that threads its way through humanity.” (Or words to that extent.) The same could …
The Revelation
I bumped into some old friends today. They were about to go for coffee and asked me to join. I couldn’t, I just clammed up, I couldn’t speak, I felt my skin crawling and a deep and overwhelming discomfort washing over me. I walked away, muttering something about work, dropped some bread into my partner’s …
Heaven or Hell?
Last Friday my dad’s best and oldest friend’s ashes were scattered around a remote railway in North Wales. Dad misses him very much and yesterday we had a chat about the situation. I felt terrible that I hadn’t found the time to drive him to Wales to say one final goodbye. Dad was circumspect. “It’s …
The art of being happy?
Last week I sat on the beach with some friends and their children. It was close to sunset, we were salty from the surf, the kids were running around naked and I had some annoying sand in my swimsuit; the kind of sand that no matter how much you try to find it, it evades you. …
Moth balls
The other week, after a particularly hard day teaching about the Industrial Revolution, I lay on my bed watching the moths flitting around on the ceiling. There were 15 in total. That’s quite a lot of moths. Hold on, that’s a hell of a lot of moths. Oh god, I have moths! Hauling myself off …
Sliding doors?
I remember watching Sliding Doors and thinking “Yes, it could work, but life is what you make it.” I was naïve. Up until that point I’d followed the tenets of life as it was required and expected. I’d bought a house, I’d been engaged. I’d found a steady profession which I thought would see me …
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