Tuesday 1 September 2015

I hate roller-coasters

In the same way I used to like snow and now can't stand the sight of the stuff, my passion for roller-coasters too has all but vanished. The events of the Bank Holiday weekend just gone could be likened to a roller-coaster ride; although the subject matter is too harrowing to discuss here, I can't thank the two women pictured (they know who they are) enough for all their love and support.
Thank you - I love you both dearly.


  1. I'm sorry to hear that and I hope that whatever it is settles down and straightens out (or whatever it is you need to happen or not happen) very soon.

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  2. Thank you C. I sometimes think if I wrote this blog using a nom de plume I'd write in greater length about some of the things that worry me. But this blog was never destined to be a Dear Diary and, as such, is 99% filler anyway: I'm much happier talking about obscure B sides or my Top Ten favourite biscuits than issues of the day. But every now and then I just jot down a few words which just by the very act of writing them down make me slightly less worried. Does that make sense?

  3. I've had to promise Jenny I'll use her beautiful hands the next time I'm being deliberately vague.

    I'll see if I can't write something about biscuits next time. Or even obscure Slade B sides. Both subjects close to my heart.

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    1. They are now. And, God willing - strike me down now Lord - that's the way they'll stay. J xx