July 16, 2020 in Dag

I’m a terrible liar, but I tell great stories

I’m the world’s worst liar. Always have been. Always will be.

Whenever I try to tell a lie, the giveaway signs are obvious. I fidget. My hands go all over the place. And I can’t stifle the telltale smile that breaks upon my face. Anybody within a mile or so can tell right away that whatever I say is not to be believed.

July 9, 2020 in Dag

2020 – what are you doing to us?

In my strange locked-down and socially-isolated state, I recently made the decision to look at a calendar. And you wouldn’t believe what I noticed. It is now officially July. That’s right, July. More than half of the year has passed us by.

Usually, when I make it past the halfway mark of the year, I like to post a little progress review. I like to make a few notes to let the world know how I’m going with working towards the goals I’ve set myself for the year. But that’s going to be a little different this year, because 2020 surely is a year like no other I’ve experienced.

July 2, 2020 in Dag

When giants strode the world stage

Last week, I wrote a post combining two of my great loves – music and being grumpy. At the end, I promised that I would try to be less grumpy this week.

Well, guess what. I’m breaking my promise. If anything, I think I’m going to be even more grumpy this week (hooray!). But I am going to continue on the same theme, about how I’m finding it hard to be excited by new music.

June 25, 2020 in Dag

What once inspired now seems so ordinary to me

Over the course of maintaining this blog, I reckon there are two big themes that come through. That is beyond the obvious one, which is me rabbiting on about my writing.

Theme one is my love of music, and how it influences what I write.

Theme two is that an awful lot of the time I’m a grumpy old sod.

Well, today it brings me no end of joy to find a way to combine these themes. I’m going to write a grumpy old post about music.

June 18, 2020 in Dag

My brain is being stretched in too many directions

Way back in the seventies (yes I’m old enough to remember the seventies) there was an advert on telly for a particular chocolate bar. I can’t remember what the name of the chocolate was (even Google doesn’t seem to know). I just remembered that it was stretchy. Really stretchy. You’d put it in your mouth and you couldn’t just bite a block off. Instead, you’d stretch it and stretch it and stretch it.