I’m a creature of routine. Every day, every week, I tend to follow the same behavioural patterns. And one of the things I have sorted to a fine degree is my Saturday morning routine. Saturday morning is one of my favourite times. Sleep in. Gradually raise myself out of bed. Eat a long, slow breakfast

I have a terrible confession to make. I watch reality shows. There. I’ve said it. I’ve given away my deepest, darkest secret. There are a number of things I could claim in my defence. I could say that it’s not a deliberate choice, but it just happens to be where the tuning on the television

Today, I’m going to take a little musical interlude. I love music. After writing, I reckon it’s my second most favourite thing, and it’s always been an important part of my life. In this post, I could talk about the beauty of music. I could talk about the wonders of a delightful melody. I could

I’m usually a laid back sort of person. I don’t get too caught up in big issues. And if I do, I try to keep it out of this blog. I like to keep things light. But every so often, something happens that really makes me upset. That not only makes me hot under the

Okay, I’m off on one of my nostalgia rants again today. And the topic of today’s rant is… animation. I’ve always loved animation. I love the way what is basically nothing but a series of drawings can be brought to life. These days, it seems like it’s all about computer-based animation. But back when I