What I’m doing

I put my pen in my pocket As is my habit But I left the lid off Now my jeans sport a big black blob And I don’t know how much ink I’ve lost Originally posted on Lloyd’s posterous

On Sunday I took a stroll over from Stirchley where I was staying to Northfield.  I wrote this after a little wandering around. I’m in Northfield.  Specifically, I’m in McDonalds.  It seems to be the only place open on a Sunday that you can sit and drink coffee.  My Grandma would have been appalled.  I’m…

I sat here and had my lunch today.  It’s the churchyard of St Laurence’s Church in Northfield.  It’s the church where I was christened 40 years ago this summer, it’s also the churchyard where my paternal grandparents are remembered.  I attended the CofE primary school next door, which has since been turned into houses, so…

I’ve noticed these since I’ve been back through Birmingham a few times, the old cast iron street signs like this: are being replaced (or at least augmented) with plastic copies like this: I’m sure this will have been noticed elsewhere (oh yes).  I don’t like. I’d rather have the old one’s left as they are,…

I met Clare Hedin at #tuttle a couple of weeks ago.  She was talking about an event she wants to run called “The Big Connect” sounds like my kind of thing, so we spoke briefly but then she had to leave before the end.  Just as I was about to leave there myself I got…

At the beginning, I thought that by now I might be wanting to stop wandering and settle again. Nope. I’m not thinking of settling again just yet. It’s working.  It’s working for me, it’s working for the people closest to me.  I don’t hear anyone saying “please, stay here and do this thing”.  There are…

Firstly, I have to say that I continue to have a fantastic time.  I had thought that by mid-September, I’d have perhaps had enough of hobo-ing around but on the contrary, I’m looking forward to carrying on – I see no sign of settling for a while now. The tweak I’d like to make is…

I just accidentally read an article in the Daily Mirror about George Osborne failing to pull off a funny at the GQ awards last night.  I was sitting in a cafe and it happened to be open next to me (that’s my excuse). My first question was “how could he be awarded Politician of the…

Do you understand what I’m doing at the moment?  I mean, beyond the material thing that I’ve given up my flat and am on the road living and working with people as required, being useful and moving on. No, neither do I. Except it seems to have something to do with living differently, with experiencing…

I wrote this sitting in an upstairs room in a pub in Bude, Cornwall.  I sat and reflected that I was watching a little part of the world slowly die.  I was at the Bude Jazz Festival which annually celebrates the music as it was being born just about a hundred years ago in and…