Do you ever look at some folk and wonder how they do it? How they get positive recognition for something done over the rest of us. How they always seem to be in the right place at the right time? Like, there really is an element of genetic luck to peoples’ success?
And does anyone then wonder bitterly (like me) why it is they don’t!? I mean, if ever there was the opposite to the hero type mentioned above, then I am certainly it. I am the man with the anti-Midas touch. Murphy’s Law incarnate. An anti-hero at best.
Three examples immediately come to mind for this, some I have “touched” upon on previous posts. The last of which happened not too long ago and completely sums up my whole existence.
It has been a while. A looong while. And yes, there are good explanations to the lack of entries. And explanations you will get, along with great stories/anecdotes/twists of truths/and downright lies. But the main thing is, I have moved. I am no longer in the LAS. I have now moved somewhere up North. Don’t worry, I’ll write about it soon. But as you can probably imagine, it’s been hectic.
For now, stand by on the next entry as I begin to write it . . . . it’s a long one, but will do for a re-starter/re-boot to the blog.
I have dozens and dozens of blogs to write still of the times in London so they’re not going to stop. And now I’ll have the new “up-north” ones too. So, stand by . . .
PS Apologies but thanks for the patience