the stick figures are starting to get to me. It could be the lack of sleep, or the phase of the moon, or the fact that I have not been to the gym enough this week; it could be the research chemicals I found in the freezer and sprinkled onto my porridge[1 ( Read more... )

There are no desks at the BBC. Anyone who has watched the comedy series W1A will know that the headquarters at New Broadcasting House has no desks available, ever. Technically they are all hot desks, in practice none of them are and your only chance of finding somewhere to sit and work is to have been here for twenty years ( Read more... )

Damn, but I like this time of day. I have a mug of coffee and a chat with the cat; he tells me about the mouse under the stove and I tell him that my sleep monitor tells me I slept quite well. I have a 3am text message cancelling my trip down to the beach at the end of the earth; no train to London-on-sea for me today ( Read more... )

So that was the first Christmas without my father. It went well. It was difficult, of course, but we don't talk about the difficult times. There was no empty chair, no toast to absent friends, no tears ( Read more... )

Sat, wrapped in a blanket and gazing sadly into the dregs of a mug of coffee. My day started early. Too early. Sleep, it seems, is not my friend. I think this happens every autumn. A few months of, well it is not really insomnia but rather the tendency to wake up before the dawn chorus (just starting now) and to lie awake considering all of the ( Read more... )

After two trips to the gym in 48 hours and having just finished jet-washing the decking what I really fancy doing right now is going to the gym ( Read more... )

Sometimes you need to do something every day or it gets forgotten. For me this has been keeping up to date with LiveJournal. I think that since my father died everything has been in a weird state of flux and nothing has been quite right. Alas, things are still not great. I'm at risk of redundancy again - this time from the favourite job I have ( Read more... )

I'd forgotten quite how much it hurts to ride a horse when you have not been on one for a while. I'm also slightly concerned that, despite having a wonderful hot shower when I got home last night I still seem to smell like horses ( Read more... )

I found this on a hard drive, in a file called "intro.doc ( Read more... )

I am used to quite a lot of physical exercise. Martial arts, mainly, because I like the sort of movement where I need to think at the same time. I find things like running and going to the gym a struggle simply because I get distracted. If I want to go and have random ideas I will go and lift stuff, end up staring into space and thinking about ( Read more... )