My rambling blog posts!

This blog post has only come about because someone who was in my friends list on Facebook argued with me about a completely innocuous photo of myself chatting to Julian Clary during his show after I was taken up on stage.  You may well be wondering what they could possibly find to argue with me about that...apparently I'm woke, a snowflake and various other terms used to mock those of us who are accepting of others and on the left-side of the political spectrum. I was going to delete them but luckily they deleted me before I got the chance to which suits me really.  So, just in case I have any other bigots or people who wish to judge whether or not they want to follow me on social media or not, I thought I had best state here and now my honest beliefs. A couple of things before I do that though; firstly, I am not virtue signalling - just stating where I stand. I would like to think a lot of people think much the same as me so it's nothing new or a  unique viewpoint. Secon...

  There are some disappointing moments in life, moments that make your mood change from happiness into wanting to revert back into a toddler, throw yourself onto the ground and have a tantrum and start yelling "I don't wanna!" whilst kicking your legs dramatically.  The last day of a holiday is one of those moments. The above photo was taken this morning in the early hours whilst I was contemplating having to return to normality, (whatever that may be).  I'm fairly optimistic so it wasn't that I was dreading coming home; sure the thought of having to get back into a routine of backpain, alarms, general day-to-day chores and anxiety wasn't exactly a reason to celebrate, (nor was having to unpack for that matter), but I would see my other friends again, my pets, my worldly possessions and various other reasons that would give me plenty of reason to look forward to getting back home.  I suppose it's the same as when Christmas and New Years is over and melanch...