A few days ago, EntirelyForced posted a blog. This itself is not a shock. This is, after all, a website that leans towards blogging. What was a surprise, for this particular poster, was that I agreed with the bulk of his statements. Not all, of course; his penchant for wearing odd socks marks him as a degenerate for whom there is no rehabilitation. No—what I … Continue reading Contrary to National Stereotypes, I Have No Desire to Discuss the Weather.
I am a slave to trends. Though I may push the image of a contrarian on the outskirts of society, I, like every other outsider, wish for nothing else than to fit in. Conforming seems such an easier way to live life. Doing what other people say without fuss or bother, and being rewarded for it via maintaining relationships and a career for longer than … Continue reading Trending Trends
I have an issue with authority. Not in the sense that I am some hardened criminal who regularly flouts the law; though, if I were, I would not mention that in such a public setting. No: when it comes to me, I have a simple dislike of being told what to do. Sometimes I still do that which I am told to do, but I … Continue reading Boo, Authority. Boo!
On my bookshelf there is a book of writing prompts. I did not buy this myself. It was a Valentine’s Day gift given by a former flame. Along with this she bought me a bookmark in the shape of the Loch Ness Monster and a pin badge in the shape of a typewriter which has the phrase: ‘You are my type’ for the keys. Evidently … Continue reading Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts
With each passing day it becomes more and more obvious to me that fame will forever elude me. I have no issue with this. I have written many times about my desire to remain anonymous. What I do lament is that often with fame comes riches. Thus, as the logic goes, with no fame comes no riches. Worse still, I cannot fall back on other … Continue reading The Time I Accidentally Defenestrated Myself by Falling Out of a Second Floor Window at a House Party.
When I am not busy living as the reincarnation of both Orwell and Voltaire I like to paint. Whether painting likes me is a different matter. It is hard to describe what my style is. One person, to whom I showed my work in a rare attempt at being friendly, described it as having “a child-like quality.” I do not think she meant this positively. … Continue reading Descriptions of Paintings
How do we explain the phenomenon of celebrity spotting? What is the biological, psychological or, indeed, metaphysical reasoning behind the response—that jolt in the senses—that comes with seeing someone who lives in the public eye? Is it a feeling akin to passing by a friend or an acquaintance—a neurological response indicating that you know this person and should say ‘hello’ before your conscious takes over … Continue reading Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town