Tag Archive: Life

So, it’s October. Supposedly and statistically the most likely time that depression kicks in and alcoholics turn heavier to the bottle.

Trouble is, I don’t feel like that this week. The crisp bright mornings wake me up better, I’m nearly uninjured again so can get back to training soon, there are adventures to look forward to, and new & exciting stuff to talk about. In short, light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

Only one thing really remains to sort out, but I need to stick that out for a few more months, and then take steps to resolve that too. I can afford not to worry about that right now, as there is nothing I can do about it so worrying would just be a waste of energy.

It may seem a little like Fever Pitch in that my ups and downs are following Liverpool’s football fortunes, but I know that’s not it. Honest.

I’m not saying that things don’t suck sometimes. They do. But my recent time of suckiness seems to be unsucking itself.

(I’m not overly proud of that paragraph, but writing it in proper-speak made it sound like a therapy session. Using ‘suck’ in it’s various declensions sounded easier to read).

The only plum that I need to finish off the pie (it’s all about pie!) is a bit more positive thinking from yours truly. So, let’s get at it, JB. Get stretching and exercising that ankle and get out there on 21 October. 10 miles to start do we reckon?

So, to finish off the song chorus for this blog:

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life. It’s a new world for me…

And I’m feeling good.

(If you only know the Michael Bublé version, check out any Nina Simone version on YouTube. I far prefer it!)



Full Moon fever

Just a short one…

The world has been crazy the last few days- short fuses, apparently unintended antagonistic behaviours, daft clumsy injuries, general aggro, and even I had a tantrum on saturday evening…

It appears that this particular full moon (tonight) is being a bit of a git. I never really believed in that sort of thing, but my auntie did my horoscope when I was months old and it’s scarily true.

Not the ‘cancerians may be feeling fragile’ type horoscope, but the one based on when and where I was born, which picked up stuff about me you can’t possibly pick up when a person is months old. Also, my Nan picked up that I went a bit crazy as a toddler around full moon time.

Of course, the moon’s influence has passed into folklore, giving us the words ‘lunatic’ and ‘lunacy’ etc. The “fact” that more murders/serial killings happen around full moon is not bourne out, and remains an urban legend…

In short, for the next few days people: just take that extra half breath before snapping at someone, and remember it’s probably not their fault: It’s the moon. (Cue Mighty Boosh cutaway…)


Quick intro

Hello there! Thanks for popping in.

I’m a rockabilly buddhist from a small island. There aren’t many rockabilly buddhists, so I consider that my unique selling point!

I’m a sensitive type, despite the guitar posturing that comes out, and I’ve started this blog to try and verbalise things for myself without bothering my friends (who are sometimes involved, but mostly have better stuff to worry about).

Right now (May ’10) I feel like the worst buddhist ever, but an essay will follow on that front.

Updates on this and other situations will follow.  I’m going to try and be strict with myself and do this weekly (ish!) – any thoughts, pointers, feedback etc are very welcome!

Thanks again for stopping by- comments of any sort and by any medium are very welcome!