Wednesday, 20 July 2016
Thursday, 2 June 2016
Thursday, 4 February 2016
I started January discovering I couldn’t afford to move house, and ended the month accidentally falling out with one of the people I love the most. That’s on top of the normal seasonal angst.
I have a note at the bottom of my Christmas card list. It says “You will be depressed on 27th December. Do something nice.” I love Christmas, but when it’s over I start thinking too much, and reading articles like this one.
And then there was January 2016, and the Grim Reaper got the wrong list.
Monday, 11 January 2016
A week ago, I’d have said I wasn’t a David Bowie fan. I loved a lot of his records, dismissed some of them, felt a bit proud about walking out of a Tin Machine gig.
Today, I just want to say “Fuck”. And be with people who understand. (Which means, going on Facebook.)
Monday, 7 December 2015
When they brought back Doctor Who, I liked Christopher Eccleston a lot. I liked David Tennant even more. And although I worried about Matt Smith being so young, I ended up thinking he was the best doctor ever. But Peter Capaldi’s “my” doctor.