I’m a blacksmith, that’s my craft. Fantastic you say. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be I retort, but with a glint in my eye I’m pretty proud of what I do. It’s a craft, … Read More →
There’s nothing quite like the nervous excitement of the build up to an evening football match. Right down to the exit from work – the last minute rush to finish the last job on the … Read More →
Rolling into Southampton Airport at half past ten at night – two cans of London Pride bought on the plane as a precaution in case there’s no bar at the hotel – I’m delighted that … Read More →
First of all there’s the inevitable rush to the catch the bus. No matter how you prepare, no matter how long you allow for the computer to shut down, the run to the station interchange … Read More →
So welcome to beeralewhatever.co.uk! I’ve been writing blogs for quite a few years now and never before have I encountered the dreaded first post. Ouch, it hurts! What to write? Well, my initial thoughts for … Read More →
Driving, turning, driving. The sea creeps nearer; salty air licks the car and ruffles hairs (those on the neck stand up a little). Cobbles, stones, sand. Grass, longer grass, reeds. Clouds brood; when they obscure … Read More →
On days when work is a bit too intense, or the week gradually catches me up and prepares to spit me out somewhere uncomfortable, there is a pub within walking distance of my office where … Read More →
Disbelief
There’s all sorts of thoughts and feelings in my head. Embarrassment – why are my eyes watering in the office at 9.15 on a Monday morning? Grief (and more embarrassment at my unworthiness to use … Read More →