Burying The Hatchet

It's inevitable that when people live together, work together, do stuff...again together, there'll be occasions when there is acrimony. Acrimony can get bumped up into enmity or also a severe case of I-don't-recognize-your-existence yada yada yada. But in the whole scenario, the one thing that no one quite figures out how to do is burying … Continue reading Burying The Hatchet

Get Your Placebo Groove On!

"This is the follow-up post to this one. Both were written a while ago...am currently meandering down nostalgia lane at a less than sedate pace." I tried out a detox routine for a day. I did it all day yesterday and let go of my precious java (the drinkable kinds not the geeky one) as … Continue reading Get Your Placebo Groove On!

Tox Or Detox

"This was written a goodish while back but I wouldn't mind taking a walk down that lane again.." Apparently a build-up of toxins in one's systems can lead to a variety of undesirable behavior. I don't mean murder and mayhem necessarily but it can make you meaner than usual and paint the world a bright … Continue reading Tox Or Detox

Joys Of Being A Sourpuss

Another reblog from another time... Been a long time between posts. I wanted to write but people and things kept cutting into my bloggy brainwaves and once they were gone they sulked till I came grovelling to get them back. Cognitions can be a bitch that way. You remember things you would much rather not; … Continue reading Joys Of Being A Sourpuss

Lock’ed’ and Losin’ It!

We had a very robust English literature syllabus while I was in school. Pope, Dylan Thomas, Matthew Arnold, Sassoon, Rupert Brooke et al. I specially remember Pope because just reading the title of his famous long poem 'The Rape Of The Lock', had us all giggling like silly school girls (which we were) and also … Continue reading Lock’ed’ and Losin’ It!

A Bloody Mary To End The Day

It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many … Continue reading A Bloody Mary To End The Day