Friday, 1 July 2016

In response to the response to Brexit

I have friends who voted Leave and friends who voted Remain.

I have friends who voted Yes to Scottish Independence and friends who voted No.

I have friends who voted Labour, Tory, SNP, Liberal, Green and Monster Raving Loony Party.

I have friends who voted Republican and friends who voted Democrat.

I have friends who who couldn't be bothered to vote and friends who don't vote on principle.

I have friends who are Atheists, Agnostics, Monotheists, Pantheists and make-it-up-as-you-go-along-ists.

I have friends who have doctorates and I have friends with learning difficulties.

I have friends who have problems with mental health, physical health and addictions.

I have friends who support Celtic and friends who support Rangers.

I have friends who prefer Canon and friends who prefer Nikon.

All of them are complex people.

All of them mostly try and do the right thing.

All of them make stupid mistakes.

All of them have regrets.

All of them laugh, cry, feel fear, anxiety, love, hate, tenderness, desire and a whole host of other emotions.

As do I.

As do you.

The one thing I have learned from all these amazing, annoying, wonderful, irritating, outrageous and courageous people is we cannot apply one action, one emotion, or one personality trait to anyone and assume it defines anyone.

Racism, sexism, ageism, disablism and any other discrimination is born out of blanket definitions and an inability to see beyond them.

Just because someone voted a different way to us, doesn't mean they did it out of malicious, gleeful spite.

They did it because they believed it to be the right reason under the circumstances and understandings they had at that time.

As did I.

As did you.

Thursday, 17 December 2015

The Void

We're all just looking for comfort in the void

Friday, 2 January 2015

UK Map Tilt Bias

After stumbling across an article about the BBC Weather map tilt, creating a Southern England bias, I used the Google Maps option of tilt and rotate to see what the UK would look like if there was a similar North of Scotland bias.

The results were surprising.

Imagine seeing this several times a day, every day on your screens.

Do you think those who live in the South of England might eventually get a wee bit irritated by it, or would they just take it in their stride and never complain?

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Beautiful sentences

"Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly."
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

"Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

"At the still point, there the dance is."
— T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets

"You don't have to live forever, you just have to live."
- Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

Ones that resonated with me when I stumbled across this link:

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

A demon on her shoulder

There was a demon on her shoulder, but she couldn’t see it.

It used her own voice so she believed what it said to be true.

It gorged on her doubts, her anxieties and her fears. She fed it every day.

It first appeared when she was young. Smaller than a ladybird it would whisper into her ear.

Now it was huge; its long black tendrils embracing, writhing, squeezing the life out of her.

It weighed nothing but was heavier than the world.

There was a demon on her shoulder, but she couldn’t see it.

I could see it.

But if I told her about it, it would cover her ears. If I pointed to it, it would turn her head the other way. If I drew her attention to its lies, it would get angry and make her cry, until I backed off.

When it was distracted I would feed her love to make her stronger.

And sometimes the demon would weaken and shrink.

But because she didn’t believe it was there, she didn’t recognise its voice that sounded oh so like hers.

And when I was distracted it would whisper into her ear and she would unknowingly start feeding it again.

So I was never able to defeat it.

There was a demon on her shoulder, but she couldn’t see it.

Saturday, 15 February 2014

Only The Now

The past is only accessible through the imagination.

The future is only accessible through the imagination.

Only The Now is accessible by anything other than the imagination - through the actual senses.

This moment, and only this moment, can we truly experience.

Although most of the time we miss it because we are too busy using our imagination.

Stop reading this and feel the air as it passes in, then out, of your body.

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Give yourself permission to go a little nuts

"I think the main thing a lot of people (including myself) don’t realize it that they’ve put up a lot of barriers around their own imagination. You’ve got to give yourself permission to go a little nuts, and explore whatever it is that’s at the weird center of your mind"

Sunday, 30 June 2013

Letting Go

Standing at the top of the cliff, he released his baggage - bit by bit - tumbling down the rocks into the sea below, until eventually it was all gone.

Then he leapt off and flew.

Sunday, 23 June 2013


Would you invite your band members to your wedding?

a) How can you even ask that question? Of course - we're a band!
b) I'd feel obliged to, but I'd hope some of them would be tactful enough to give excuses why they couldn't come.
c) Only the ones I've known for years
d) Only the ones I like
e) I have no say in the matter: my partner is in charge of the guest list
f) How can you even ask that question? No way! Have you seen my band?

Wednesday, 30 January 2013


If it's about faith, then I can have faith in anything, and that's OK.

I can have faith in faeries at the bottom of the garden.

But if you want me to have faith in this religious text rather than that one; this belief system rather than that; this interpretation rather than another - then that requires judgment.

And for that, I would need some kind of evidence.