I’m really in awe of people who can think on their feet. The kind of people who can come up with ideas in the middle of conversations. The kind of people who can hit you with a quick fire retort without any effort. The kind of people who can figure out how to do things
I like to write about stuff. Serious stuff. I know. Aren’t I supposed to be a humorous writer? Isn’t my primary aim meant to be to make people laugh? Well, yes, I suppose it is. But humour can be so much more than just funny stuff, good for a giggle and little else. Humour is
Well here we are. Right back at the beginning again. 2018 is gone and 2019 beckons, a big, wide landscape, an empty canvas ready to be painted over, a blank page waiting to be filled with words. So before I run out of metaphors, let me wish everyone out there a happy new year.
Whoosh! Did that just happen again? Another year has sped past before my eyes. Hard to believe it was only beginning and suddenly it’s just about gone. So there’s nothing left to do except take a look back and review my progress.
I’m not usually a big one for attracting attention to myself. I’m not the type to say ‘Look at me, look at me.’ I rarely even post pictures of myself on this blog (or anywhere else for that matter). But every so often, something happens and I feel like I can’t restrain myself. I have