I’m an hour and a half into a 7 mile journey to work, but only done a mile and a half! I put my winter tyres on the car yesterday and left the house early to clear the path and the car of snow. Seemed only sensible to me; why is that not the same for everybody ?
Mind you, in a world stupid enough to vote for Brexit and Donald Trump, it seems hoping for common sense is increasingly forlorn.
I have got the self titled album from A Winged Victory For The Sullen playing in the car to try to soothe me – as large quantities of Jack Daniels would not be advisable at this time in the morning.
So I figured the simplest thing to do would be to post what I wrote here. Unsurprisingly, I think it’s sharper; less flabby because it doesn’t waste time laying everything out on a plate, which Matt believes he has to do for the benefit of new or casual readers. I also particularly wanted to re-instate my third paragraph. So here it is …
Ever since our Dan died, I’ve intended to do a Spill thread about my brother. But grief kept kicking inspiration into submission: over the last four months I have stared at my keyboard dozens of times, and written not a single word! Now I’ve finally got a deadline looming that has helped me write something, even if it isn’t what I intended. Continue reading →