And so

And so..


Eight weeks to go………………..not quite my last night duty …but certainly running down the numbers.

What will it be like….? The lack of discipline that shift work brings upon a railway individual. Will I miss signals? Trains? Maybe…..but I can only suggest you ask me in six months time….and then only if I can be found!

Don’t try to hard…..

Another re-launch…or muddling mid-life crisis….for surely mid-life is passing as surely as night follows day. But for me there will be no more winters, for I shall live under ceiling sun, the Scottish man will acquire a slightly darker hue, sunglasses and baseball cap, accessory necessities. And, should I get something pierced mmmm ?something? and the tats touched up…? A little more fire in my dragons.

The book will be written, or rather a collection of shorter stories, and if no-one wants them I will simply supplant them on my web…and pictures, oh pictures. A source of my art which presently disappoints, when I compare my work to others whose imaginative imagery stretches out to the very edges of this creative medium. I need to practice….and then practice some more., for practice makes perfect.

Does it not…………….