On a treacherously beautiful spring morning, my Dad woke up with a stomach ache and an hour later we were waiting for the undertaker to come and take him away forever.
The Spires. The Inspiration. The Green Room. The Avenue. The Moulin Rouge. The Bradbury Cub. The Gardener’s Arms. Manhattan. Xanadu. Sapphires. Dropout. These are my unseen things. Continue reading Unseen
As a youngster I wanted to be a pilot. Specifically, I wanted to fly Incom Corporation T-65 Starfighters. Even more specifically, I wanted the hallowed ‘Red Five’ callsign. Accepting that Star Wars wasn’t real took me a long time and I have a sneaking suspicion that on some level, I never really have. Continue reading The Secret Diary of Red Five (aged 46 3/4)
When I was about 20 I had my first psychometric test. I was going for a job. I can’t remember what job or where. I have always been interested in psychology, and I do remember being excited about the prospect of taking a psychometric test as part of the interview process even though it was – well, let’s just say it was quite a while ago and leave at that, shall we? Continue reading “In much the same spirit…”