I’ve just done a quick count of the clothes that I’m carrying with me. I don’t know why I hadn’t done it before, but hadn’t. I suppose I packed in a hurry, concentrating more on getting stuff into storage than what I was taking with me. So in my suitcase (plus what i’m wearing right…
I’m writing lots of notes, but I’m not doing much with them because they’re not well-formed enough to be blog posts or brief enough to be status updates. I’m not happy with how much I’m “producing”. I don’t desperately need to fix that by producing more but I do feel the need to get a…
I’m playing Angry Birds a lot. Well it’s a lot by my 21st Century standards – nothing like the 1990 Tetris life-takeover, I’m certainly not dreaming about flinging birds from a catapult… yet. However, this lovely little (read highly addictive) game is reminding me a lot about how play helps us think about life. Here…
On my walk today I crossed two bridges both of which seemed like reasonable shelter for a #llobo tonight. Trouble is I can’t decide which one – the big wooden one has my vote at the moment, there’s a lot more space and branches with plenty of foliage to help create my bed. The concrete…
I arrived at the counter at Robert Dyas a few moments before an elderly woman. Clearly, as far as she was concerned she arrived there a few moments before me, as she put her four light bulbs on the counter and started talking to the cashier while rooting in her purse for money. That reads…
I had two fear-based dreams last night. In the first I had been the witness to some nefarious activity during which I had become involved with some police officers and now the criminals would be after me so I needed to stay hidden, keep off the street and have a police guard when I…
I realised today that I really like this sort of thing. Taking wallpaper off, removing layers of paint. I’m not that wild about the filling of cracks, sanding down and painting bits of decorating, but I love stripping away the old stuff. Sadly, the job I’ve got to do here this week only involves removing…
… there you are. I couldn’t have done this hobo nomadic thing before now. I guess I could, but it would have been very different. Before it would have been about getting away from something or trying to find something I didn’t have. I don’t feel like there’s anything I want to get away…
http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swfOriginally posted on Lloyd’s posterous
This is a gulley between Kingshurst Road and Hazel Croft. A gulley is just an alleyway, a path between houses, I don’t know how widely the dialect is spread. It’s the bit that runs behind what used to be my grandparents’ house. I used to walk to school this way as it was a (very…