I’ve been trying to post this entry all week, but LJ hasn’t been working properly, apparently due to DDoS attacks.

Monday 25th July, 2011:
( Last night I had a long and complicated dream. )

Monday 18th July, 2011:I’ve dreamed two nights running now, which is almost unprecedented, and what made me decide to start publishing these accounts to LiveJournal ( Read more... )

Thursday 26th May, 2011:Last night I dreamed that I was moving into a dingy terraced house on a side street up in one of the less pleasant formerly-industrial areas of the city. Loads of people were helping with the move, including some I don’t like and haven’t seen for some time, and one particular student lass I’m acquainted with who was “helping ( Read more... )

Wednesday 11th May, 2011:I have just woken from a long and repetitive dream in which I lived in a huge and swanky ground floor apartment which opened directly out onto Pulse, and I was getting more and more pissed off with people I half-know turning up while I was in the shower before Assault and wanting to use my female housemate’s bedroom as an ( Read more... )

Sunday 21st November, 2010:Last night I dreamed that I was helping Martin Walkyier unload a seven and a half ton van outside Congleton Youth Centre. While I was passing stuff down to him out of the back doors, we were talking about a support slot I’d secured at The Old Angel that coming Friday. What I didn’t dare tell him, however, was that ( Read more... )

I don’t dream, as a rule. When I do, they tend to have a strong narrative arc, and feature people I know in real life. I usually write them down.

( Disclaimer time. )

I fully expected to never again write in this journal - to the inexplicable disappointment of a few people, it seems - but given the events of Saturday evening and some misapprehensions that already seem to be arising about them, I thought that I better put fingers to keyboard here once again. Since Facebook still doesn’t have a useful blogging ( Read more... )

I used to really love writing, believe it or not. I started this journal back in August 2004 as an exercise in it, simply to keep my hand in after university pretty much killed what used to be a real passion for me. It did the same with my reading habits - these days I can’t even remember the last time I sat down with a physical paper book. Sad ( Read more... )

Strong. Resourceful. Confident. Supportive. Encouraging. Capable. Helpful. All words that really can’t be used to describe yours truly.

However, I am male, and therefore have an overpowering urge to fix things with my hands; and I am the product of three hundred thousand years of evolution through the breeding of winners, thinkers and survivors, ( Read more... )

Just to be on the safe side, we all bailed off the loading bay and retreated through the undergrowth to the north side of the site. After all, understanding trends within the behaviour of addicts to specific substances is one thing, but individual cases are another entirely. Trends are just that - trends - and none of us had any desire to be the ( Read more... )