50 things to do in my 51st year

I have a significant birthday on the horizon (half a century, not out and all that) –  and to follow the idea of a friend I have decided to make a list of 50 things to do in the year that follows. These things will include, maybe, activities I used to do, but have given up, plus new things I have never tried and new good  habits to establish.

I have three months to plan….

Has anyone else tried this?

What would you put on your list?

Off to hospital this morning

Some of you may remember that last year I ventured on a motorcycle expedition through Southern Africa. I began to write about it on the other place, but when it all went pear shaped I sort of gave up the exercise.

On the 14th of August my little adventure took a turn for the worse. This is a sanitised account of what I wrote to family and friends at the time. It is quite long I am sorry to say, but that is just the way it is. Continue reading “Off to hospital this morning”

A sad day!

I do not know whether it is just a natural consequence of getting older or whether it is because the internet and modern communications allow us to stay in touch with people with whom we might otherwise have lost contact, but I find that an extraordinary number of my friends are dying. Today I received news that two of them lost their respective battles, bringing to six the number of friends I have lost this year. Continue reading “A sad day!”

Dear Miss Lonely Hearts

 Lonely Boy

1 Solitaire Avenue

Solosoho

Forlornland

13th August 2010

 

Dear Miss Lonely Hearts,
I had to write this letter. To tell you how I came to meet her. She was sweet but I dated her sister. That’s how I made my mistake and I can’t forget her. I felt depressed. Till a friend of mine suggested that I write to this address. So unless you can find a cure for my loneliness. It will persist, it will persist.

Yours faithfully,

Lonely Boy.

A little Gothic story

The main attraction at The Festival of Horror was garnering rave reviews in the press.

-Prepare to scream.

-More beastly than Brand, more Galloway than Merrick.

-Your tingling spine will porcupine.

-One level below Hell and almost two.

Reading these haunting words of fear the terror aficionados, Wart and Acne, looked forward to the show. It was a long time since they were scared. The last time was the first time they saw Saw.  They were greeted at the door by a six-fingered man, obviously he hails from Coatbridge.

Moving down the corridors of doom Continue reading “A little Gothic story”

Memory food

I remember my first taste of yoghurt. It was a spoonful of strawberry Ski yoghurt from my mother’s bowl one evening. I had gone to bed at the usual time and later, after a long time trying to sleep I had crept back to the sitting room. We were staying at my maternal grandparents house and we had only recently returned from South Africa. I curled up on the sofa next to Mother. Continue reading “Memory food”