(With apologies to Manchester punk poet, John Cooper Clarke) There are some things in life that should never happen, however old you get. For instance, as we’ve got ‘shirt’ in the title, let me expound forth on one of my pet hates; men who wear shirts, of the proper buttoned up kind, untucked. I know […]
Author: Carl Waring
Just one of those days in England
I’ve had my head down writing since early doors and by six o’clock this evening, the last thing I felt like doing, was sitting down to write my blog. After all, it’s just been another normal day in paradise, or rural Essex as it’s known round here. What is there possibly to write about? I […]
Gratitude, gratitude, the greatest gift that I possess
Before I got sober, I don’t think I was ever grateful for anything. Not genuinely grateful. Was I grateful for being brought up in a loving family, by parents who devoted their lives to ensuring my sister and I were fed, clothed, housed and educated? Parents who took us on holiday every year, made our […]
Keeping one eye on the chimp
Just before annus horriblis 2020 ended, I made a New Years Resolution for the first time in many a year. I don’t usually stick to them, so I can’t usually be bothered making them anymore. However, after the year it had been, I felt the need to do something positive whilst at the same time […]
Return of the Kamikaze Killer Wasps (Marine Brigade)
I’ve needed something to spark me into writing for my personal blog again. This morning, I got the inspiration to write. This is a real-life horror story. It’s Stephen King-esque, minus 594 pages. (I always think Stevie’s books are a tad too long anyway!) I got up around 7am today, and as per usual decided […]
You alright, hun?
You really don’t know how hard this has been. Every time I’ve thought about writing a blog again for the first time since September last year, my brain has frozen over. It sounds ridiculous, but I’ve felt frightened to put pen to paper, or the digital equivalent thereof. I wouldn’t care, but if the blog […]
My Primary Purpose
I am a bit like the Queen. I have had two birthdays every year for the past nine years. I have no idea which is her favourite – her official one, or her real one, but I know which is mine. It is the birthday I have today, 29th September. It is my sobriety birthday […]
7 things I’d tell my younger self
This blog has one of those really cheesy, yucky tiles. I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about the past. I don’t know whether other people who’ve got to 60 do the same thing, but I find myself playing ‘what if’ sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with my lot. This […]
Life after lockdown? The good, the bad and the downright ugly.
No man is an island,entire of itself;every man is a piece of the continent,a part of the main. Excerpt from Meditation XVII of Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions by John Donne When I set up this blog, I thought I’d be rattling them off at the rate of a least one a day. That’s not been […]
Don’t Get So Close To Me
I very nearly got killed two weeks ago. I was running along the village road, when a car came round a corner at a ridiculous speed. I was running towards the traffic, as is advised. I was on the road because there is no path on the village road, apart from a very short stretch […]