Monday, January 30, 2017

Alien Encounters of the Forgotten Kind

I was late up today.

Usually the increasing hum of early morning traffic wakes me long before the alarm clock.  The sound of car engines and wheels rumbling along the road isn't an unpleasant noise to wake to.  Not once you get used to it anyway.  But even that couldn't do the job this morning.

Strange dreams kept waking me with a start throughout the night.  I dreamt of aliens.  I didn't see the flying saucers that came in my childhood recurring dream.  But I saw aliens.

I don't remember much else about the dreams.  I meant to write a note about them but forgot.

Tonight I am prepared.  Which means I probably won't dream.

But I might wake on time tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Fish Guts

Go into any real ale pub and you will see a man (or woman) holding their drink up to the light and gazing through the glass, through the beer.

A clear beer is the sign of a good beer (with the exception of wheat beer).

But I wonder how many drinkers realise that that clarity comes from ... fish guts.

Of course, you will never be told "oh, we use fish guts to clear the beer."

No, they will tell you they use Isinglass.  That's the fancy word for fish guts.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Life Cycles (continued)

A year to the day since I last posted and nothing has changed for me, well maybe my underwear has ... a couple of times, at least.

This is largely my own doing as I am the King of Procrastinators, lover of beer and middle-aged couch potato.

Aside from taking waste out to the bin, I haven't left the house since last Friday.

When not sleeping, I've either been watching stuff I've recorded over the last few months or I've been eating.

And yet I still can't relax.

The mobile phone is the biggest curse of all.  It constantly vibrates as another comment about the weather or some lame joke comes through.

Is this a mid-life crisis?

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Life Cycles

I feel dead inside.

But I know I'll be born again.

Like a flowering plant that has died off for winter.

Thursday, April 02, 2015


Once again, it's a long weekend.  Easter, some folk call it.

I'm sat at home, drinking scotch, and wondering how much longer the cycle will continue for me ... for any of us ...