Some love took place in the hot tub I was in last night. Allow me to explain… It’s fair to…
As I recently decided to go back into the world of freelancing and am receiving a growing number of enquiries about my writing (I’m still taking them, by the way) I thought it seemed like the ideal time to resurrect the company I once registered for this exact purpose.
I look for the positive in situations. That’s what I do. Sometimes, though, it isn’t possible. Sometimes it is time to face the facts. Sometimes, you just have to admit when something is over and that it is, finally, time to say goodbye.
I don’t know how many of you reading this have ever tried to commentate on hundreds of plastic ducks slowly making their way down a historic river whilst simultaneously trying to entertain a festival crowd but, for the few of you who haven’t, it’s not easy.
“HI sexy, it’s Leigh. I saw you and you sound HOT. Wud luv to chat. Txt me.” Well, there was nothing in that message that could possibly lead me to be mistaken: Leigh wanted me to text her.
I nodded them a friendly, “Alright?”. The teenagers, in turn, looked at me with a sort of, well, glare…
Of course, all year round, it is right that we remember those less fortunate than us. What irks me when the snow falls is that, year after year, one group is left out of the equation…
I have never really bought into the philosophy laid down by men that “it is impossible to figure women out”. For a start off, I wouldn’t really want to.
I’d really love it if Stephen Hawking could concentrate on inventing a time machine, instead of spending his time focusing on the planet and God and all things like that.