Tag: lockdown

Showing off on a page or stage for a living has been my ambition since the age of seventeen. Prior to that I didn’t have any clear aspirations beyond a vague sense that doing something I enjoyed for a job would be gratifying. I didn’t really enjoy school and the thought of waking up every morning for the rest of my life dreading the day ahead made me miserable. Imagine looking forward to Monday morning. Imagine getting a little excited for the end of a holiday. Naïve stuff, I’m aware but I was young and full of hope and sunshine. If you’d asked me at twelve years old what I liked doing the best, I’d have told you playing football. Read More

I’m a lucky man. Ask anyone. My wife certainly regards me as lucky and not just because I find myself married to her. I’m not talking about luck in the form of privilege either. This time round my inherent white-male-born-in-the-west privilege is merely providing a fluky underscore to the blog. I’m lucky in a general sort of a way. I frequently discover money. I win stuff without the knowledge I was even in a position to do so. I have the knack of stumbling into the right place at the right time. I am the very definition of a jammy bastard. I’ll give you a couple of examples. Firstly, upon finding myself in Manchester one night needing to get to Read More

Walking the dog has become something of a loved and loathed job during lockdown. I’m very aware that without the need to get him out and exercised every twenty-four hours I’d probably have spent many days festering indoors. So, you know, bless His Little Furry Heart etc. On the other hand, I’ve never been a fan of imperative and he simply has to go out the Panting Little Turd. We’ve ended up planning our day around getting him his walk and I resent this modicum of structure almost as much as I’m glad of it. I spend the morning begrudging our Darling Mr Fuck Paws and then spend the afternoon, post walk, grateful to Lord Fluffy Muzzle Face for having Read More