For a homeless guy, Lloyd truly made me feel at home.
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Latvia
Latvian vegetables do not always have an inviting exterior, but the substance is rich and more colourful than their appearance would lead you to believe. Latvians, too.
Homeless Hombres #2: Bailey’s Birthday
Whispering hoarsely into my ear, so that Bailey the dog cannot hear, Pete tells me he wants to surprise Bailey with a birthday cake. But not just any old birthday cake. A birthday spacecake.
Homeless Hombres #1: Meet Pete and Lloyd
With a sterling reputation for beggary, and arguably the highest rate of homelessness in the country, it is a Mecca for the vagrants and vagabonds of the United Kingdom. It is quite true to its reputation, catering to all destitute sorts, by way of charity, tent pitch, or drugs – all of which will be recurring themes in upcoming pieces.
Back to Schoolmas
As I awake today, without the sound of blaring music, I think: it is quite considerate of the Latvians to awaken all of the town to announce the commencement of a quite intense and tiring job, which all should acknowledge and celebrate.
Goodbye for Now: Adventure Calls
I have left my job and am boarding a one-way flight off my beloved Guernsey in T-minus 18 days. On that note I must say: there will be an open-ended hiatus on this blog-ramble-page.
Nietzsche: Serious Play
Play is serious; natural and necessary. As an adult, I don’t play with bubbles. Yet as I behold the maniacally enthused children a-chasing them, I am convinced there’s little reason to live life in too different a manner. Happily. Enthusiastically. Wholeheartedly. With wonder. With the seriousness of a child at play.
Nietzsche: On Good Conversation
Original ideas only originate in a great mind and – for the rest of us – within a good conversation.
Nietzsche: Wakeful Dreams
“What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate – and immediately forget we have done so.”
Civilisation and Barbarism
Glorious Guernsey, a civilisation wherein families take the time to paint pebbles, to beautify our Town Church, and to brighten a dull and eerie time. Some left them in memory of loved ones lost. It is the act of a vandal and a barbarian to steal them.
