I have very little time to blog this evening, in between writing the match reports for the TTFE league team and finding time to sleep. I have however found time to jott down some lines I wrote on the train the other day. The world can sometimes seem so different on a train and I guess thats where this came from. Enjoy.

Petty/Beautiful

This dream; mysterious and vain, echoes beauty in bouncing tones.
Each tapping the real and entrapping the mind
A glorious green which I had never seen before
With a herd of glowing sheep all fleeing and being so kind.
This beauty does not strike one in the face
It is a silent spectacle - the dormant damsel;
Taken away from your grasp at the first sign of rapture
Stripped, broke down, evaporated even
into a jar to sell.
Back and forth, to and fro, stolen and giveth again
Like the hot potato of horticulture in my hands.
Yet, Tall trees tell tales of age and wonder
But they are lost in the forest of their own making
Their own beauty, the ripe red and free fruit
And it all makes sense in the event of my waking.
These elegant lies sent to sky before your puzzled eyes
The dark clouds of day, the busy sounds of microwaves and motorways;
They've no place in a one second sequila paradise
And the images we see are only ours to give away.

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Now playing: David Bowie - Life on Mars?
via FoxyTunes

Hate drives the hunter

What a film. What an even better trailer. They should do trailers just like this nowadays!

Back home

Its been a while but if you are an avid One Man fan you will know where I've been. For the last two weeks Jenny and I have been in the sunny lands of Mexico, enjoying some much needed holiday time. Although my initial response is the typical British gripe about the scorching heat and the extreme weather conditions, it was great to see the Mayan ruins of both Chichen Itza and Tulum, whilst the all natural Xel Ha waterpark was absolutely breathtaking. The holiday was just so unbelievably different to any I have been on before, considering the long haul flight of 9 hours each way, the crystal blue Caribbean beach water and the interesting Mexican culture. We took 400+ photos, some of which can be seen on Jen's Facebook profile but I will put a few on here to give you a glimpse of what was a wonderful holiday.


With that said, its always good to come back to enjoy the fruits of this nation once again. I know I couldn't live in another country because I would just get homesick way too quickly. But now I'm back - ive been all too quick to moan about the weather and the usual grind at work, and all too quickly Cancun seems ever so tempting once more! One just can't win when it comes the old trip abroad.


One aspect which is even more frustrating however is jetlag. I read that for every time zone you have passed through, you can expect to feel the affects of jet lag for that same number in days. Cancun was six hours behind the UK, so I'm not really too thrilled about the prospect of a screwed up body clock for nearly a week!! All ready I get tired at the wrong times - like at tea time instead of night time and I find it hard to get to sleep at night. Here's hoping some good quality sleep tonight will put this madness to bed (excuse the pun).


Besides the jet lag, the holiday has offered some post-trip benefits. For example, after some time off in a different environment you come home a with renewed focus on things and a mind refreshed. Before leaving for Mexico I felt that I was becoming not only drained physically from working every day, but mentally also. It became hard to think things through rationally, with the day to day rountine becoming seemingly banal and leaving me with little time to reflect on what I want to do next. I guess after a while I felt like I couldn' really blog, because my brain was slowly turning to mush. But now I have taken chicken soul for my mind I am ready for more job applications and rejections over the upcoming festive season.


I would write more but the lag is kicking in now. Nite.