Lost Identity February 21, 2007

I think I’m under the weather. A sudden bout of melancholy and unspecified malaise has wrapped itself around my leg and I can’t seem to shake it off. It is paralysing me, preventing me from playing my part in the world.
This is a strange place for a Brazilian person to set up home; the banana [...]

Mesopotamian Lament February 18, 2007

Last week we were all slaughteredMe, you, the toddler and the dogInnocence lost without ever knowing the truthBut when you whispered breathlessly through my tearsThat everything was going to be OKDidn’t you realise that I believed you?Please say where I should now dispose ofThe warm hope that each sunrise broughtAnd which I kept for sustenance [...]

Time to chuck it all in? February 17, 2007

I am browsing through my previous posts and can’t help but feel somewhat dissatisfied. Elapsed time allows me to read them with detachment, as though they had been written by someone else, and it is so much easier to be harshly critical of others. My feeling is that this blog lacks direction and purpose – [...]

‘I’m gonna kill you, you bastard!’ February 16, 2007

This is a post in reply to Love to Lead’s age old question:

ARE COMPUTER GAMES A WASTE OF TIME?

I have always loved computer games, despite the fact that they constantly come under fire from detractors, usually by people who have never played them. This is what they say:(insert whiney, pedantic voice for italics section)Kids are [...]

Brighton Pier February 12, 2007

If you ever make good your promise to take your girlfriend for a stroll around the rather cool city of Brighton, seeing as she’s never been, you may find yourself before long standing outside the Brighton Pavilion. While marvelling at the architecture and its incongruous juxtaposition with the buildings that surround it, you may then [...]

The view from my window today and last week February 8, 2007

taken in my underpants, of course.

Portsmouth And The Fatally Wounded Admiral February 5, 2007

‘So, what will you be doing tomorrow with all that time in your hands?’, asks Sylvia, sawing off another forkful of steak. She is a naturally charismatic woman, impossible to ignore even when silent. Her Yorkshire accent is smooth around the edges, which would make her a great voice-artist for radio and TV ads. A [...]