/Tuesday Ten /613 /No Medicine For Regret
Regret is a funny human condition, isn’t it? The concept that you can obsess over past mistakes, when you can do little or nothing other than acknowledge what happened, apologise and move on.
Regret is a funny human condition, isn’t it? The concept that you can obsess over past mistakes, when you can do little or nothing other than acknowledge what happened, apologise and move on.
/Tuesday Ten /600 arrives 6,714 days (or 18 years, 4 months and 17 days) since I posted /Tuesday Ten /001. In that time, I’ve lived in Sheffield, North London and now South East Kent, and I’ve attended 688 days of gigs and/or festivals and seen 1,961 live sets.
Following on from Insects last week, I turn my attention to another part of animal kingdom this time around, and use up another older suggestion thread (from five years ago) in the process.
After the thrill of the new last week, this week I’m looking the other way.
Yes. A word that can be affirmation, confirmation, or exclamation.
It’s baking outside, I’m coming out of the back of my first bout of COVID, and really, all I want to do is hide indoors, with a fan on and a continual supply of water. I’ve already covered extreme heat a few years ago, on /Tuesday Ten /337 /Hot Hot Hot!!!, by the way, so […]
There are times when I ask questions for this long-running series that turn out, well, differently to how I might have expected, and this is one of those times.
When I was younger, I hated swimming. I didn’t learn until I was nine or ten, and being a late starter to it was no fun during school lessons. It took until I started heading on holiday with my now wife that I really resumed swimming since my school days, and my increased fitness at […]
I mentioned the other week that after some time of fighting it, I finally accepted the need for anti-depressants from my doctor. A couple of weeks in, things are at last settling a little with them and some of the side-effects are relenting.