Category: musings

avengers united

Every now and then I browse the magazine racks to see if something catches my eye.  Today they fell upon the latest issue of the Avengers United.  Flicking through the pages sent me back in time.  I was twelve years old again sitting in my room wishing I could have a superpower. I never could decide whether I wanted to be super strong, super fast,…

mr organized, well maybe…

Today has flown in a flurry of tasks as I attempt to straddle two worlds. My normal disorganized chaotic self versus my attempt at being a techno-hip organized member of society. The fact that I have been drowning in a sea of papers, half-read books, magazines and unopened mail has spurred this new found religious drive to be one of the task focused brigade. It’s…

prospect of words

I’ve been spontaneously smiling today.  I can’t seem to stop.  I believe it’s the prospect of words that has me walking around the house breaking out into ear to ear grins at random.  I’ve started rereading Jack Kerouac’s novel, On the Road, in preparation for my trip to Spain next week.  I’m also taking along some W.H. Auden which I picked up at Waterstone’s yesterday. …

heaven or hell?

Most people are prisoners in their own lives. I suppose that can be a good thing or a bad thing. It depends on whether your life is a heaven or a hell.

pieces of eight

The lady with the best pair of legs you can imagine, Just a Girl in short shorts, has tagged me with the pieces of eight meme. It’s been a while since I’ve done a meme, so I thought I’d give this one a go. Rules: Each person posts the rules before their list, then they list 8 things about themselves. At the end of the…

state of affairs

I overheard a conversation yesterday.  A lady, must have been in her mid thirties, was filling out an application for a service.  The agent asked her marital status. “I’m single,” says the lady. “Ok no problem,” replies the agent. The agent, about to proceed to the next question, is interrupted by the lady. “Well (slow pause) I’m divorced like everybody else,” she says. — Ok,…

madman or poet

I was out wandering the hills this weekend in Mid-Wales on Cader Idris. Legend has it that the mountain is haunted and anyone who spends the night on the top of Cader Idris will wake up either a madman or a poet. Personally I didn’t think there was a difference between the two. Cader Idris is a beautiful area if you ever get a chance…

who is this guy?

I was trolling through some old memories this morning.  All of sudden, I couldn’t remember who I was; or who I am. Will the real Clay Lowe please stand up? I was born Clayton Lamont Lowe.  But from the very beginning, Clayton didn’t exist.  My family called me Lamont.  Then Clayton appeared when school started.  Then I became two people; Clayton at school, Lamont at…

dead bird

I hit a bird yesterday, or rather a bird hit me. I was travelling back up the M5, going 90mph, when I heard this awfully loud crack. At first I thought a rock had hit the windscreen, but then out of my rearview mirror, I saw feathers floating in the air. I thought, ah I must have hit another bird. Later when I pulled into…