Silence Without

Sometimes, I just have to whinge. Only the poor souls who have this blog on a feed reader will notice this post. We moved on Saturday. No...

Move: Completed. Unpacking: Not completed. This: New webcam shots location. No longer facing the window, so lighting shall be a bugger. Mu...

Mattress on floor, Me on mattress, Blinds pulled back, Bats gone, And one satellite flares, then dims, and crosses into the shadow of the Ea...

That is the last cup of tea. It, more than anything else, signals the End of an Era. That's the last of the milk. Once it's drunk ...

Having finally emptied my bookshelves (books, CDs and DVDs filling a total of 30 boxes), I've moved onto that part of packing involving ...

While pruning packaging I have retained and accumulated over time, I came across this doozy of an 'easter egg' hiding under the fold...

It is inevitable that when moving house and delving into boxes and drawers that haven't been disturbed for years you will discover (or, ...

If you reach the point at which your Doktor prescribes you two anti-depressants, one prescription painkiller and weekly sessions with a coun...

There's a sort of jet lag that comes with nightshift, which sees me awake at 4am. As a result, I finished packing before lunch time, an...

Living on my own has forced me to adjust the way I think about space. At home, I had my room, which was my space and only my space, follow...

They are selling my apartment.

When the city is abandoned, the view from my windows won’t change. The walls will still be streaked with pigeon shit and empty of decoratio...

There's a full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. The first thing I see when I get up in the morning is me. All of me. Ugl...

"Madness? THIS IS SPAAAAARTAAAAA FRIIIIIIIDGE!" "That's no moon. That's a space station FRIDGE." "I...

It's only insomnia if you're actually trying to sleep. You know what Yoda said about trying. I'm not trying. Around 2am I star...

I see 2AM every night. Starting to see 3AM too. I lied. I don't speak to the walls. I don't speak at all. Beginning to understa...

They told me about eating dinner standing at the kitchen bench, talking to the walls, and the impossibility of a single person filling a dis...

Oh Our Lady of Cardboard Boxes, who watches over those fools who suddenly decided to apply for leases while in the middle of nightshift and ...