05 July 2008


Three o'clock in the morning, eating cheese on toast and really rather drunk is not the best time in the world to start your eight week course of anti-malarial tablets.

It seemed like a good idea at the time though.

30 June 2008


I watched the sunrise yesterday. Old friends and a bottle of whisky and there it was. Erupting from the water, molten gold spilling over the sapphire sea. 

I'm packing again. Well, I should be. My home, job, place in the universe are all in a state of flux. Questions hang overhead while great voyages and adventures lie just around the corner. I need some manner of space. Downtime. Breathing room. Call it what you will.

It's not going to happen though. 

Life doesn't have a pause button. Only fast forward.

Deep breath. 

It's all just going to move faster. 

Before I know it I'll be somewhere else.

Even if I'm still here.