Fēijī – it means Airplane in Mandarin Chinese.
When I was at University we had the option to do an additional language course on top of the regular degree. As it was evening study the courses weren’t too popular as most students were too busy getting drunk. But studying Business it seemed logical to learn Mandarin. Continue reading “Fēijī”
Ricky the temp is being his usual sassy self. I am in an adult job now, but his bitchy manner to me feels like bullying. All because I don’t want to divulge my sex life at work.
For some reason he uses this as an opportunity to have a dig at me at every opportunity. Normally a temp would get canned quickly if they got a bit too big for their boots. But Rick the prick was clever and charmed the management so he was the golden boy who could do no wrong.
But he was low on my list of problems – I had been stuck doing this job for the last four years. I felt I was destined destined for more, but whenever I tried to better myself I just got put back down. I had been snubbed for promotion twice in the last three months and had begun to question my future in the job. Continue reading “Fearing the future”
It was the final year with Mrs Sutton as the teacher for form 9S.
We had been with her since 5S (so four years). And as each year went by we gradually molded into one of the better class groups in the school.
Next we would be in Year 10 and so we would be getting a teacher that specialised in the ‘older’ children. Continue reading “The First (and only) ‘Best Planner Signer’… 1997”
It’s funny that the last time I was in Leicester I was young and idealistic.
I was full of hopes and dreams.
I was going to change the world.
I was naive. Continue reading “Road Trip to Leicester: Reflection on idealism and work”
It’s my first real effort at getting rid of some of my stuff and compared to previously I have decided to be more pragmatic in how I choose to clear my possessions out.
I may need this one day…
“How many notepads does a blog writer need?” I think, as I clear out a draw full of items related to writing. This is not to be mistaken with the draw next to it, which is full of sketchpads and drawing materials. It’s depressing as I realise my writings are like a mausoleum full of unfinished ideas and broken dreams.
Continue reading “How many notepads does a blog writer need?”
Time for a change: It dawned on me the other day. In 8 and a half years I will 40.
If I have learnt anything in my life, what seems so far away, creeps upon a person in no time.
It happened in my teens and sometimes I reflect where that precious time went.
Going back to the year 2000
It was a Millennium New Year’s eve. I was 17 and allowed to drink some champagne. Apart from wondering whether Y2K was going to end us all, like others, my mind was full of thoughts on what the future held in store. Knowing my teenage mind it probably related to the three M’s:
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The Face in the Mirror: When I first started working I wanted to do something in the evening. So I went to a creative writing classes. I was the only male in attendance, surrounded by women who were 40+
It was basically a forum for people to present ideas on the books that they would never get round to writing.
Then Dave joined up. A guy approaching his 40’s, fat, unshaven, no style and little confidence. I was still just a kid but even I could make eye contact with post menopause women.
The only interest I remember him having was that he liked Doctor Who and wrote fan fiction about it. Continue reading “The Face in the Mirror”