Midnight. Ten hours and I'll be on the road. Car fuelled up, cases packed and piled in the hallway and here I am saying my farewells to my online friends - well 'au revoirs' anyway. Should be back in 10/12 days, maybe a little wiser, certainly a little older, and probably wishing I'd stayed away a little longer.
See ya...
Chris
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Life is so much better...
... when the sun shines and Dylan is on the CD singing about 'Dignity' - you know 'tongues of angels and tongues of men...
So yeah, I slept okay last night, when I finally got to bed that is. It's just the way I am I guess. Sometimes I need to sleep and sometimes I need to sit and wonder where my life is going for a while. Last night though I think there was more to it than that, there was an element of satisfaction in there as well. Mix that with the excitement I was feeling and you got a foolproof recipe for insomnia.
So I did the usual... backed off the writing... took my time over a large glass of Rose while completing the Sudoku puzzle from the evening paper. Not too difficult, even at 1 in the morning 'Not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...' yeah I'm still listening to Dylan. Always regret not going to the Isle of Wight concert he did a thousand years ago. I was touring the country at the time on my 350cc Panther, so I could have made it... Ah well another regret, but hey it's gone so don't lose no sleep over it. Even at my age life has more to do with tomorrow than yesterday.
'There's a woman on my lap and she's drinkin' champagne...' are the lyics, 'Things have changed' is the song... I should be so lucky, 'lotta water under the bridge' since then, and actually I don't care much for champagne.
Crazy, but all I want to do now is to get back on the road. Maybe what I'm looking for is a Harley, and a long open road in front of me. Patience Chris. You might be riding a Nissan Almera these days rather than a 'Hog', but that open road is only 2 days away now, and you know for sure that Falmouth is going to change your life.
Time for me to log off I think, walk over to the CD player, press 'Replay' and relive my misspent youth once more.
Chris.
So yeah, I slept okay last night, when I finally got to bed that is. It's just the way I am I guess. Sometimes I need to sleep and sometimes I need to sit and wonder where my life is going for a while. Last night though I think there was more to it than that, there was an element of satisfaction in there as well. Mix that with the excitement I was feeling and you got a foolproof recipe for insomnia.
So I did the usual... backed off the writing... took my time over a large glass of Rose while completing the Sudoku puzzle from the evening paper. Not too difficult, even at 1 in the morning 'Not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...' yeah I'm still listening to Dylan. Always regret not going to the Isle of Wight concert he did a thousand years ago. I was touring the country at the time on my 350cc Panther, so I could have made it... Ah well another regret, but hey it's gone so don't lose no sleep over it. Even at my age life has more to do with tomorrow than yesterday.
'There's a woman on my lap and she's drinkin' champagne...' are the lyics, 'Things have changed' is the song... I should be so lucky, 'lotta water under the bridge' since then, and actually I don't care much for champagne.
Crazy, but all I want to do now is to get back on the road. Maybe what I'm looking for is a Harley, and a long open road in front of me. Patience Chris. You might be riding a Nissan Almera these days rather than a 'Hog', but that open road is only 2 days away now, and you know for sure that Falmouth is going to change your life.
Time for me to log off I think, walk over to the CD player, press 'Replay' and relive my misspent youth once more.
Chris.
I will be back...
It's late, well, it is for me anyway. Don't usually stop up till this time in the morning - 12:35 pm when I start this blog. It's just that sometimes I have trouble getting to sleep when the writing has been intense, and what's the point in going to bed when your mind is racing at 115 mph, and your pulse is beating like a drum. Could blame P I guess, but it's not really her fault, it's mine.
It's the writing actually. I'm not used to writing to a strict format, I've always let my stories run free, take me wherever they feel like going. That's great when you're writing for yourself, but not so hot when you're writing for someone else, especially someone as demanding as her.
So why do I do it? Why have I been doing it ever since she first appeared in my life and asked me whether I'd like to help her write a story. It's still only three months ago, yet it seems more like half a lifetime. I don't mean that in a nasty way, on the contrary, it's been an adventure... an education I wouldn't have missed for the world. Oh, and I like her of course. That could have something to do with it I suppose.
And while I'm on about writing (do I ever talk about anything else?), I leave for Falmouth in a couple of days time. Not sure how long it'll be before I get back online and post another blog, but I will be back. Who was that I heard doing the groaning? Won't make a bit of difference, I will be back.
Chris
It's the writing actually. I'm not used to writing to a strict format, I've always let my stories run free, take me wherever they feel like going. That's great when you're writing for yourself, but not so hot when you're writing for someone else, especially someone as demanding as her.
So why do I do it? Why have I been doing it ever since she first appeared in my life and asked me whether I'd like to help her write a story. It's still only three months ago, yet it seems more like half a lifetime. I don't mean that in a nasty way, on the contrary, it's been an adventure... an education I wouldn't have missed for the world. Oh, and I like her of course. That could have something to do with it I suppose.
And while I'm on about writing (do I ever talk about anything else?), I leave for Falmouth in a couple of days time. Not sure how long it'll be before I get back online and post another blog, but I will be back. Who was that I heard doing the groaning? Won't make a bit of difference, I will be back.
Chris
Saturday, 16 May 2009
Excitement...
The chest infection is still hanging on, but it's lost much of its significance with the post arriving at the weekend from the West Country; the latest info on the course and accommodation from Falmouth. Can hardly believe that we'll be heading down there in little more than a week. Damn, how exciting is that?
Actually it's looking increasingly likely that we'll be moving down to Cornwall a couple of months early, but hey, an extended holiday??? I certainly won't be complaining.
The writing has picked up a bit over the past week, Pia would probably disagree on that, but then that woman would disagree with me if I told her today was Tuesday. And yes, it is Tuesday - honest - why would I lie to you about a thing like that?
Anyway, I'd better go, I'm getting the old Scandinavian hustle again, so I'd better get back to the latest story.
Chris.
PS, almost forgot - The Rams beat Blackpool on Sunday 42-16 to maintain their unbeaten League record - 7 games 7 wins and we're off to Workington on Sunday. Yay!!!!
Actually it's looking increasingly likely that we'll be moving down to Cornwall a couple of months early, but hey, an extended holiday??? I certainly won't be complaining.
The writing has picked up a bit over the past week, Pia would probably disagree on that, but then that woman would disagree with me if I told her today was Tuesday. And yes, it is Tuesday - honest - why would I lie to you about a thing like that?
Anyway, I'd better go, I'm getting the old Scandinavian hustle again, so I'd better get back to the latest story.
Chris.
PS, almost forgot - The Rams beat Blackpool on Sunday 42-16 to maintain their unbeaten League record - 7 games 7 wins and we're off to Workington on Sunday. Yay!!!!
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
The passing of time...
Well, I'm still alive... after a fashion. Haven't written a thing for days though, so I don't really count that as actually living, more like surviving, and it's years since surviving has been enough for me.
Got the antibiotics yesterday, and now into the second day of a treatment that seems to be achieving nothing. Still feel as though I've had a good kicking, particularly in the chest area, even breathing is painful, but I'm here... and I'm still breathing... and for once I'm typing... so I guess things could be worse.
Three weeks and I'll be down in Cornwall... visiting the Uni, walking the campus and trying to look confident whilst feeling anything but. A few people to talk to whilst I'm there, including the Estate Agent, and maybe some properties to look at. God... hard to believe it's now only four months or so before we'll be moving down there... and our daughter's family take over here. I dread to think what they'll be doing to the house whilst we're gone.
Okay, the sun's shining, time for me to go for a shower, pull on some clothes and get on with my life. Maybe today I'll be able to write something worthwhile for a change. Ever the optimist...
Chris
Got the antibiotics yesterday, and now into the second day of a treatment that seems to be achieving nothing. Still feel as though I've had a good kicking, particularly in the chest area, even breathing is painful, but I'm here... and I'm still breathing... and for once I'm typing... so I guess things could be worse.
Three weeks and I'll be down in Cornwall... visiting the Uni, walking the campus and trying to look confident whilst feeling anything but. A few people to talk to whilst I'm there, including the Estate Agent, and maybe some properties to look at. God... hard to believe it's now only four months or so before we'll be moving down there... and our daughter's family take over here. I dread to think what they'll be doing to the house whilst we're gone.
Okay, the sun's shining, time for me to go for a shower, pull on some clothes and get on with my life. Maybe today I'll be able to write something worthwhile for a change. Ever the optimist...
Chris
Friday, 8 May 2009
Ill Health...
...can be a right bastard sometimes. Taking my life as a whole, I reckon I've been luckier than most, but this last week has been terrible. Even thinking about this message, and typing it out is giving me a headache that would do justice to the worst hangover of my life - which by the way was some 42 years ago now, and induced by a bottle of whisky and sheer bloody loneliness.
That was self inflicted though, not sure what this problem is. Feels a lot like this Mexican Flu thingy that's currently doing the rounds, though the nearest I've been to Mexico is Disney World in Florida, and the Cocina Restaurant on Manningham Lane, and it's been 10/12 years since I've been to either. Shivers and shakes; trembling fingers and that damn headache. Don't worry though, the health service has everything under control, they've managed to squeeze me in an appointment for Monday morning, by which time I'll either be :-
A. Dead
or
B. Fully recovered
God forbid it be the former, I've already paid the deposit on my Degree course and I bet the kids would struggle to get that refunded. Never mind... what's pissing me off most is that I can't write. String even a few words together and my headache starts banging away after the first couple of minutes. That's enough to put anyone off writing.
Never mind, there's always tomorrow - unless of course, the answer to the question I set earlier is A. Dead
In which case, I guess it's goodbye... oh, and thanks for all the fish...
That was self inflicted though, not sure what this problem is. Feels a lot like this Mexican Flu thingy that's currently doing the rounds, though the nearest I've been to Mexico is Disney World in Florida, and the Cocina Restaurant on Manningham Lane, and it's been 10/12 years since I've been to either. Shivers and shakes; trembling fingers and that damn headache. Don't worry though, the health service has everything under control, they've managed to squeeze me in an appointment for Monday morning, by which time I'll either be :-
A. Dead
or
B. Fully recovered
God forbid it be the former, I've already paid the deposit on my Degree course and I bet the kids would struggle to get that refunded. Never mind... what's pissing me off most is that I can't write. String even a few words together and my headache starts banging away after the first couple of minutes. That's enough to put anyone off writing.
Never mind, there's always tomorrow - unless of course, the answer to the question I set earlier is A. Dead
In which case, I guess it's goodbye... oh, and thanks for all the fish...
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