Dog bore, independent worker and piano-fiddler.
Goes quick, doesn't it? But, with just a little effort - a short(ish), bracing early morning climb up Shropshire's Wrekin - you can make the rocket-propelled festive rocket ship that is Christmas Day just a little more memorable. No better time than the golden hour.
We're in that odd, ethereal, in-between time. Christmas is over. The last scraps of turkey gratefully departed, trees and decorations in danger of making their way back into forced hibernation. Friends, family and gatherings temporarily on hold until New Years Eve. Work, for many of us, remains paused and seemingly further away and less important … Continue reading The in-between time
Swanning around the house with my iPad, showing anyone who cared (there weren’t many) that I could make music come out of my hifi via my oversized iPod Touch without wires made me feel like Steve Jobs, striding across the stage at an Apple event leading an expectant crown on to the next ‘wow’ moment.
It's 2009. Having switched on the internet, radio and TV this morning, I've been bombarded with people wishing me a happy new year and it's getting rather dull. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly happy, I'm just not a huge fan of making a big thing about the calendar clicking over to a new year. … Continue reading Not a Happy New Year post
