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Month: October 2017

Monday… aka Shitday

Monday… aka Shitday

Well that was one hell of a shitty day. At the start of today I thought that all of my writing and updating yesterday was a big waste of time. I woke up with aspirations to get long-term things a little more sorted, like seeing where I stand with finances to do with no-longer receiving SSP and finally sorting out some stuff that has been piling up for weeks. Its a bit of a busy week with hospital appointments between…

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Stuck (again)

Stuck (again)

We gotta talk health. Regretless decision, failing health and… Depression. It’s been a¬†tumultuous couple of years for me, my health and general progress / wellbeing. Let’s go back to say… February 2015.. Bare with me. Up until February 2015 I was employed full time in a job just before Manchester where I would work more than 40 hours per week over five days, sometimes more, not always being paid for all of the hours I worked. But it was a…

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What If?

What If?

What If? – That fucking question has followed me around since a brainstorming session in a 3rd Year Media Technology module seminar. It was decided by unimaginative people to be the ‘theme’ of an Exhibition & Performance module to tell a 10 minute story through film and other media formats. The damn question has stuck to me like an obsession ever-since. I have always found myself considering the path not taken. Two roads diverged in a wood and I –…

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#fuckdepression

#fuckdepression

It was a Sunday night in my spiritual hometown of London where a then-friend and I attended a gig of a group we both shared an interest for. The group was Linkin Park and the venue was Wembley Arena. It was a special night as vast as the venue the gig felt intimate and we had somehow found ourselves at or near the front. It was great to see these guys play and be that close. It was to be…

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Clearing the Backlog

Clearing the Backlog

Once again it has been far too long since I have been here. There are many reasons for this, not least being is that I struggle to be able to write right now. There is a lot to be said, but without any blood going into it, I really struggle to see the point. I write for myself, for my own record of things past, and while the notes pile up offline, I have no more than a passing desire…

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