While trying to put into words what I was feeling, I hit upon an unexpected answer.
I was thinking of writing a blog post about a postcard I received yesterday from a friend on holiday, and how much more lovely & personal it is than having to look at blanket Facebook updates from other holidaying friends. But I guess this tweet will suffice 😉
— Gary Taylor (@GaryTaylor67) April 5, 2018
Actually it will do no such thing, but it’s the lack of thought that counts.
I’m thinking of thinking of calling her right
after my afternoon nap.
I’m thinking of thinking of sending her flowers,
right after Bonnie gets back.
So many fishies left in the sea,
so many fishies – but no-one for me…
I’m thinking of thinking of hooking a love,
soon after supper is done.
G’Kar, Babylon 5 (Parliament of Dreams)
Is it time for a rebrand, I wonder?
I’d probably do much more if I didn’t have to work for a living…
What happens to organisations when long-serving employees step down?
I’m always better off than I think. I just have to think about it.
A random thought brought back a few happy football memories. A few sad ones, too.
Tinder, Match, speed dating… less a game, more a minefield I tells you.
Some wise words from William Marsteller.
And molasses. With ice & a slice.
Because, if a job’s worth doing right you need to do it yourself.
There’s lots I’d like to do, places to go, things to see. So what’s stopping me?
Marking ten glorious years as a Facebook user.
How scenario-planning has me trapped in my own mind.
Obviously, the moral of this post has very little to do with actual running or fitness…
Oh, now there’s only one kind of love that lasts. That’s unrequited love. It stays with you forever.
Rather than wallow in self-pity on my sofa, I’ve been pounding the streets of my home city and seeing how it’s changed.
Also what, when and how – because one day, it might be important.