Monday, 27 March 2017

Words Worth

Hello dear readers!

Monday is the new Sunday! Woohoo!

Sadly this is not a move to a four day working week, but merely a one week postponement of blog writing day. This unplanned time shift is owed to a perfect storm of clocks going forward, Mother’s Day, Birthdays and a sudden outbreak of church.

It is upon this last item I want to dwell.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Aunty Social

Hello dear readers!

Today’s offering comes to you courtesy of Aunty Beeb and dear old social media.

I realise as I type that sentence that most of you, my dear readers, will have stumbled upon these poor scribblings using just such a channel, especially given my proclivity for, um, oversharing, perhaps just a tad.

But don’t blame Twitter or Facebook for ending up here, it’s really not their fault and hopefully you’ll appreciate what at least one of these giants of online life have added to what follows.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

The Case For Technology

Hello, dear readers!

Well, we’re back in the old routine.

Yes, after a week which included a Sunday shift at work, I find myself once more able to indulge myself with a fried egg sandwich, a cup of really quite excellent coffee and my trusty laptop. Ready, willing and very nearly able, to pen my weekly missive to you, my dear readers.

So, you probably weren't about to ask, what has the week held?

Well in many ways it has been a momentous week. Not only has it seen the 20th anniversary of the very first episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, (Find it. Watch it. Love it.) but it has seen the birthdays of such luminaries as Yuri Gagarin, Amerigo Vespucci, and Michelangelo (the renaissance polymath, not the ninja turtle). It also saw a court case that has the potential to change legal history.

Sunday, 5 March 2017

The Deepest Cuts

Hello, dear readers!

This week’s offering comes to you courtesy of a bit of a time-warp.

No I’m not talking about the dance. There will be no jump to the left nor even the slightest suggestion of steps to the right. Both of those moves tend to be just a little bit tricky for this blogger in any case. No, I’m referring to the fact that I’m actually writing to you from the depths of Saturday afternoon rather than my customary write/edit/post/pass out Sunday lunchtime routine.

It means this week’s subject matter is just that little bit fresher to the memory. In fact I owe a hefty chunk of this post to a TV show that I watched just last night

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Access Some Areas

Hello dear readers!

Starting the job I probably should stop referring to as ‘new’ has led to some sizeable changes to life at Seated Perspective Towers.

It has meant an end to even the most modest of lie-ins; a need to rise early, deal with the animals, grab a bite of brekkie and enough coffee to function as something resembling a human being, and then gird my loins (look it up, it’s fascinating), for the horrors of the morning commute.

It’s also meant a reintroduction to breakfast TV.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Worth The Wait

Hello dear readers!

Sunday mornings are one of my favourite times of the week. A time of calm, a time of modest indulgences (second cup of coffee, you say? Oh, go on then), a time when the stresses and strains of life are put firmly to the back of my tiny little mind.

It won’t last.

Friday saw the end of the training course at my new workplace and, from tomorrow morning I’ll be expected to actually do something resembling the actual job. This means that, as the day progresses, the nerves are bound to kick in. It also means that Friday night saw your friendly neighbourhood seated person attend a night out to celebrate this transition as well as the birthday of one of the training group. It did not get off to a particularly good start.

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Knowing Me, Knowing You.

Hello dear readers!

You know inspiration is a funny old thing.

I’ve been writing this blog now for about 20 months and, after a somewhat stuttering start, have missed only a small handful of weekly offerings.

It can be difficult, coming up with something for you, my gentle readers, to endure come Sunday evening. It’s especially tricky in the weeks that are very much like the preceding week. The weeks when it’s all quiet on the western front and not exactly a hive of activity on the eastern, northern or southern fronts either.

Luckily, a single incident was just about enough to get the attention of my errant muse.