Far Too Interested

#4 Why do we keep meeting old friends in the same places? It was a week of reunions for me. With everyone having trickled back from university, whether departing fully or taking the summer, a lot of old folk returned to our town this week, so I thought I'd say hey. Met a friend of mine for lunch on Friday, and we had a lovely time I can assure you, however tired I've been. However it felt like our relationship had changed somewhat? I didn't realise it had been a YEAR since she came down to Falmouth, and that being when I saw her last. Crazy how fast time moves on. Newbury, The Wharf and Kennet & Avon Canal. © Lee Robert Bouzida Then Saturday night was the big one. After going for dinner with my Dad (had some beautiful ribs, in Bill's in Newbury, with some damn tasty spicy sauce mmmm) I met up with some old pals in the Market Place to watch a Killers tribute act (The Kopycat Killers; they were pretty good, but their Brandon was less than convincing). We...

#1 - Everything Good morning, The weather is dull this morning; as is the ordinarily the trivial matter of starting a blog. I've done it before, a few times, to little success. I have had a blog about my own musical exploits (entirely ripping off Noel Gallagher's tour blog really; mine was far less eventful), a blog about psychology (a fascination of mine, and a minor success, but hard to sustain) and a mental health blog (probably one of the bravest I've done, but I continued to lose confidence). After much analysis I realised that perhaps I was trying too hard to invest myself into one hole and define myself as having one string to my bow each time, but that is mundane. Humans aren't generally invented to be one thing. There's no one is who solely into music. No one is solely into climate change. No one is solely dedicated to their own mental health. No one is solely dedicated to various smelly forms of blue cheese pasteurised in Canada (I know nothing abo...