Last week I did music. This week, as I wheel around the limited range of themes I address in my blog, I find myself delighted to land on grumpy again.

I love my grumpy posts. I feel like these are the times when I get to expose the real me – the man behind the mask. So here we go. It’s time to get grumpy. And the target for my grumpiness is possibly the least likely topic you could think of. Funny movies.

Every week, I’m faced with the same question. What do I post in my blog. What can I add to the massive amounts of information already churning through the world. So the wheel in my mind spins around again, and comes to land on one of my regular topics. Today, we’re back to the subject of music.

I’m not going to tell you my age. Though I’ve gradually become more comfortable about revealing my innermost feelings on this blog, there are some things that are still too private. Admittedly, some of my cultural references might give the game away, just a little.

Being an adrenaline junkie seems kind of cool.

You often see them on the telly. People who are jumping out of airplanes or off cliffs, or swimming with sharks, or speeding around racecourses, or doing other sorts of crazy things designed to get their hormone levels buzzing.

Like most other writers, I’m a bit of a sponge when it comes to writing advice. After all, it’s difficult to avoid. Wherever you travel on the internet, at some point as a writer you’re going to end up at some kind of writerly place, and you’re going to find writing advice coming at you from all directions. Seems like everybody out there is an expert on writing. Everybody can tell you how to write.