A hiking trip to the ruins of the Lauenburg, to find stamp #187.
My own schedule is: wake up at noon and proceed to meander through the day until I go back to sleep.
You cannot read this, but rest assured it is very wise.
Why I continue to update this is beyond me, but update it I do. As a much younger being, I somehow managed to convince myself that had some amount of potential. The problem with potential is it’s not actually of any use unless you fulfil it, but in having it, you feel you don’t need to do anything to succeed because your potential will take care of everything.
I’ve discovered that either this is not the case or I, much like my constant milk issue, had much less potential than I thought (I’m constantly finding I have to switch to black coffee). Sadly, drinking beer in my pants whilst playing video games, occasionally practising piano, writing parts of novels here and there and gigging so infrequently I should really stop saying I perform gigs, hasn’t led to a meteoric…
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Hallo, Guten Abend, and all the rest. As of two weeks ago, I am now wandering this fair land of Germany, further seeking to delay the realities of having to find a proper job and being a beneficial member of society. While I abscond from these duties forced upon us by government, corporations, and people … Continue reading Greetings from Germany
Many moons ago I had an idea for a ground-breaking piece of literature. It was a memoir of sorts and the narrative would have revolved around a period of time in my life where I lived abroad. A study of the human condition it would have been, and an award winner to boot. However, after … Continue reading On Jack Kerouac’s On the Road
It’s an understandable fact that at certain points in your life, you will want to know the history of your own family. The reasons might be different, but ultimately it’s for the same end goal: a sense of belonging; whether that sense of belonging is to a particular location, a particular tribe, or to gain … Continue reading What’s in a Name?
I recall reading several months ago an article by Ms. Rambler, in which she expressed her extreme anger towards the man in the PlusNet adverts. At the time, I thought this was nothing more than the ramblings of a mad woman who was rapidly losing her mind as she descended further into the malaise of … Continue reading On Those Nationwide Adverts
Despite living on this fair isle we call Great Britain I had, up until this past Monday, never visited Scotland. I was prepared to go my entire life never visiting, perhaps wearing it as a badge of honour as my life begins to fade and I look to grab onto something of note from my … Continue reading The Tiredness that comes from Travel