Steve Dodds (THE Steve Dodds) and an astronaut called Buzz Aldrin. You might have heard of him.
Quick! Give me something to calm me down! I can’t cope with the excitement – the surprise – and the fear! (Not to mention the exclamation marks!)
First it was Buzz Aldrin – I encountered him through work today.
Buzz Aldrin. THE Buzz Aldrin. Buzz Aldrin!
Buzz Aldrin in his work clothes. Yup. He’s on the moon.
He was charming, chatty, understated and interesting – as you’d expect. He was supporting the Aerobility charity effort to raise funds for a flight simulator for people with disabilities.
So he talked about that a bit. But I have to admit I was thinking the whole time – but what about space, the rocket, THE MOON!!! We did get on to that Continue reading
I only married him cos he looked like you...
The excitement is building. The tiaras are being dusted off. The red, white and blue wigs are being pulled out from the backs of cupboards.
Our street is preparing for a party. We finally found an excuse for a neighbourly shindig. It’s… ah… it’ll come to me…
Oh aye. Kate and William are getting married on Friday and we’re shutting down the area for a tea party. No, not that kind of tea party – the dainty sandwiches type of tea party.
We’ll have the traditional tables up the road, cucumber sandwiches (but with or without the crusts – that’s the dilemma), toasts, nostalgia for an imagined past we never knew and general silliness.
No doubt there’ll be a fair amount of royal-related tat on display. Our mugs from China arrived broken – so they’ll not do as prizes. But do you think them smashing in transit is a bad omen for the royal couple? Or are the bad vibes mitigated by the fact they showed a picture of Harry, not Wills, cosying up to Kate. Maybe it was for the best that the wrong brother and the bride-to-be were sundered.
Not a good likeness.
Not everyone on the road is happy about the party Continue reading
This isn’t about the furious row, nor the racism (real or imagined) that preceded it, nor the burning at the stake that followed it. It’s about the unexpected good thing that happened next. Continue reading
Writing is a solitary business. Has to be, or you get nothing done. Too many distractions. But you miss the interchange of ideas, the conversations that can lead you to elusive insights and better alternatives. At least I do.
So on Saturday evening I was delighted to discover part of the magic formula for inspiration and creativity. It’s rebellion. Just the right amount of rebellion and you’re off.
In my case, the right amount ofrebellionwas two pints. But it may vary day to day. Rebellion IPA to be specific. Though the mild form of Rebellion may be just as effective.
Anyway, that’s what it took me to resolve a couple of niggling points in my narrative. That and some useful conversation of course. ThanksJulian.