The Good, the Bad, and the Lost. (A morning ritual part 1)

Oh the joys of the morning ritual. Things are going well, everything is nice, I’m snorkelling in a small lagoon off the coast of North Africa, surface diving and swimming down deeper to investigate the underwater paradise. A school of fish swim by and say hello and I...

No more pocket money at 35

Do you remember when you were a kid? When the days were long and full of adventure, when you’d have jam butties (sandwiches) for tea (dinner/supper depending where in the world you’re from) and the school holidays seemed to take forever to come around and then passed...

A very personal one starer

Once upon a time I spent two years in Cape Town.  Just a nineteen year old know nothing boy, off to the other side of the world, to pastures new and all that.  I can’t deny I didn’t have a blast, because I did.  The experience changed me, opened my mind up to the...

Growing up and kids of today

I turn thirty five next year so I suppose in outward appearance I do very much resemble that of a grown up.  I have hair springing from places I wasn’t aware hair could grow like the inch thick big black pube I found growing on my outer ear a few days ago.  How long...