Bob Dylan, Steve Earle and why you don’t need to learn poetry

I don’t want this to become one of those inspirational-type blogs because that would really blow my cool. And my carefully cultivated ageing cynic routine.

But I got my life back this year (after being made redundant) and I’m taking more care of it now.  One of the ways is remembering to recognise the small, good things. (And if that sounds inspirational, go away and read A Small Good Thing by Raymond Carver, who is a pretty cool cynical kind of guy and who wrote a story that will make you cry.)