I once was lost, but now I’m found…maybe.
On 12 August 1985, at around 3.25pm, I burst onto the life ‘scene’.
I’ve realised in the last few months that the more you discuss getting a year older, the fewer fucks people actually give about you being a year older. We’re all propelling ourselves towards inevitability at exactly equal speeds – even if time spent with those of weaker wit can make it drag. I’ve had times, and I’ll have more, and so it will go on as such.
Going forward into my fourth decade, I am delighted to announce that my second book, a collection of poetry entitled ‘I Can’t Find Me’, will be released by Winter Goose Publishing in March 2016. It follows on from, in the sense that it comes after, my first book The Northern Line which was released in March of this year.
I had a superb response to my first book, and I do hope the second one passes muster with all those who choose to return for more.
Don’t forget to count your blessings, and keep on being good, and make sure you fight hard to support and care for others.