Yes. I'm a bit rubbish. Yes I'm a bit crap. I've been away for far too long. And for that i apologise. I will gracefully accept being whacked about the head with a pillow and stuffed into a tub full of baked beans.
It's been a year folks. A whole year. And in that time I have lost myself, met myself coming back the other way, fallen over my own spirit as its been dragging its arse along behind me. I've…
Ah, Hello Mr Anger. Please do come in. We've been expecting you. Come on Come on. Don't be shy. Grief arrived weeks ago, and destitute has been with us since last weekend. We've been waiting on you and Abandonment, and he showed up last night.
Yes. I'm angry. I'm pissed off, sore and tired. But mostly angry. I feel like my Dad sodded off and left me to this world. To a place where my foundations are…
Death. Its one of those things that's really final. No more to pass go, collect £200. No Do Over's. No come backs, no final countdown. Its pretty much MORE the end, than finding you've got to the bottom of a packet of Cadbury's clusters. And the emotional fall out is pretty heavy as well. (The death not the clusters)
And this is where I find myself sitting. A week on from the passing of my…
