Trying to Find Beauty

Still in my endeavour to find beauty in everyday things – instead of just complaining - I’m still striving to take a picture-a-day. Maybe what I really need to do is take arty pictures of the rubbish that accumulates in my garden to find the inner splendour

Not Just Norfolk

Picture Norwich

They say a picture a day keeps the blues away...

A Picture-A-Day

It's been well over a month since I've blogged in words and the reason is pictures. I've been trying to complain less - which doesn't lead to interesting blogging necessarily, and I’ve been trying to enjoy things more – which does lead to looking around

Name? Broody Eisenhower Wanderlust

I’m at that weird point in my life where I’m jealous of my friends who are doing things at opposite ends of the spectrum. Some of my friends are just off adventuring in the farthest reaches of the planet. Like my friend Joe who is living the dream of

What is not rubbish...

I realize blogs often, mine included, have a tendency to rant. Well I’m bucking a trend, going out on a limb, and throwing caution to the wind while clinging on to said limb…I’ve decided to feel the love today and say what I like – yes like – about Norwich.

Rubbish Bins and Other Signs of the Coming Apocalypse

Let’s play a game called ‘What’s in my Front Garden Now?’. If you’re an avid reader of this blog you’ll know it’s not a rubbish bin. Let’s see, did you guess… a bottle? A can of half drunk energy drink? Bank receipts? A Green Party newsletter? Vomit?

The Unthinkable Unthank

The Evening News asked only today, “What do you think of the changes to Unthank Road?” Well if you’re a normal reader you would know I think it could have used a rubbish bin, but other then that I would stick my neck out and say a controversial “Yeah

The City Speaks Back About Rubbish Students and Tesco

I’ve obviously touched a nerve with City Hall. In one morning I get an e-mail from ASB Officer Ms Spencer Fischer-Harrison kindly telling me that they will be passing my request for a rubbish bin onto EH department, that they sympathised with my situation, they

Rubbish Students

"So you’re not a child anymore, welcome to being an adult and thinking past your own selfish nose." That would be the long winded title of the class I would teach at UEA. I don’t know if the longer I’m no longer a student the more I dislike students or

Slowing Down the Onslaught

England is missing out. It is one of the nicest seasons and in a rush of consumerism and greed England misses a chance to be thankful, thoughtful, and just full. This isn’t one of those articles complaining about Christmas music in September or Father

Did England Win Something?

If I see grown men playing in the park – I know England has won something. Last week I saw countless of normally un-athletic men and boys throwing dusty rugby ball back and forth all through out the city. It was as if their gallant effort round the park

Happy things that make you sad.

   What do you do after the wedding? What do you do with this giant anti-climax? That’s what I find myself asking. It was eight years in the making, two years in the planning, and our wedding turned out perfect – now what? Now that I am

My bad...

Who knew that after all these years of living in England I can still make basic British-to-American translation mistakes. A good example happened this morning when the fine people at my veterinary surgery thought I was calling to have my dog shot.

Air is in the air

I never understood smoking. I went to an arts school so I was always surrounded by it, and still I never got it. Your killing yourself, or at least causing damage, for something that makes you smell and get addicted to what can be an expensive habit.