The Difficulty Of Truth.

All this does not mean that I intend to become a beret and skivvy wearing wanker who sits in the corner of dank coffee shops writing about the inequities of the world.

Turning 42.

The shock of entering your forties has been and gone and the horror of entering your fifties is far enough away as to be attributable to someone else.

When The Mighty Fall.

We don't tend to care if a shooting star loses in a scuffle, but when someone who has worked, has toiled a hard road to get to that point loses, we shed bloody tears with them.

Ugly.

Just this afternoon I stared in amazement and some sense of horror as I watched the kids marathon through Katy Perry video clips.

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