“Do I just have unreasonably high expectations for people? Am I so lacking in people skills? Frankly, if ‘people skills’ is what these people are demonstrating, I’m glad I haven’t got any.” (Anon) Let’s begin with a generalisation. This world is built for extroverts with ‘people skills’ – the rest of you need not bother. … More Essay – Peepul Skillz
All I know is I’m in pain And it bloody hurts I cried today in therapy, It was all too much, you see And all I know is, It hurts Money is a curse, Work is worse, Not having either makes me terse, And all I know is, I’m in pain, The sourness of these … More Poem – Pain
Something I’ve had in mind for a while – I hope you enjoy it The late, great art critic Brian Sewell once claimed the worst thing he could call anyone was a ‘Vicar of Bray.’ As an insult, it’s not very effective these days for the simple reason most people have likely never heard of … More Essay – In Defence of the Vicar of Bray
This letter was and never will, be sent. Aside from the fact I will never see this person again, the purpose of writing it was to satisfy a need in me rather than to prompt reform in them. This is one of the most personal things I’ve ever written. Dear _______, It’s been … More Open Letter to a Former Bully
Since everyone needs a dubious scientific law named after them, here’s my attempt at formulating one. Enjoy. Ricken’s Law: “The degree to which a piece of correspondence is of importance is indirectly proportional to the degree to which it is said to be ‘urgent’ by its sender.” Or if you prefer: “The importance of an … More Ricken’s Law
The following is not aimed at anyone likely to be reading this blog. I would like to add this as a friendly disclaimer 🙂 What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? What do you want from me? What can I say which will ever convince you? Satisfy you? … More Poem – What?
I was off for a fortnight. For the first week I slept for most of the day, lulled by the diminishing effects of the morphine. I listened to Bruce Springsteen’s Nebraska, Neil Young’s On the Beach and Tonight’s the Night. I was alive but not alive. As the morphine wore off, the pain kicked in, … More Masks