I guess my first post should state loud and clear, the thoughts on life, the world, and other topics chewed over on this page are not intended to give offense or cause anguish. Having said that, they may provoke at times - and please feel free to respond in the same ilk if you are so inclined – but hopefully they will also raise a gentle smile every now and then!
So why blog, especially since I spend most of my day writing anyway?
I’ve just finished Billy, the biography of comedian Billy Connelly by his wife Pamela Stephenson. (Highly recommended, by-the-way!) While his journey through life and his hard won fight to overcome a fairly traumatic up-beginning will stay with me, it’s the epitaph he wants carved onto his gravestone that resonates.
Jesus Christ, it that the time?
Last month Jas and I caught up with a good friend taking time out from the world. Leaving everything behind - failed marriage, adolescent children, job, mortgage, etc – he’d opted to move to another country and even more surprisingly, another culture. It goes without saying we were shocked at first, and thought when we eventually got together he would tell us over beer and pizza that after eight months he was ready to return to normality.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
Worse, on arriving back home Jas was a lot quieter than usual.
So why blog, especially since I spend most of my day writing anyway?
I’ve just finished Billy, the biography of comedian Billy Connelly by his wife Pamela Stephenson. (Highly recommended, by-the-way!) While his journey through life and his hard won fight to overcome a fairly traumatic up-beginning will stay with me, it’s the epitaph he wants carved onto his gravestone that resonates.
Jesus Christ, it that the time?
Last month Jas and I caught up with a good friend taking time out from the world. Leaving everything behind - failed marriage, adolescent children, job, mortgage, etc – he’d opted to move to another country and even more surprisingly, another culture. It goes without saying we were shocked at first, and thought when we eventually got together he would tell us over beer and pizza that after eight months he was ready to return to normality.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
Worse, on arriving back home Jas was a lot quieter than usual.
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