In which I reflect and regroup... I am not going to lie, 2024 has been tough so far. You begin a year with such high hopes and sometimes the year decides to take those high hopes and crush them in the most brutal way. I'm currently enjoying the tranquility of the summer holidays and a rest that has perhaps never felt quite so well-earned. Perhaps the best piece of advice I was given during the many training sessions I have had over the last few years is to make the most of the resets in your life. That might be small resets, as small as a few seconds in the middle of the day or they might be bigger resets like six weeks off work. Part of this reset has been getting outside. The year so far has not been helped by the endless miserable weather. We always like to joke in the UK that it rains a lot but this year has taken that to the next level. We often think of climate change as meaning we will get hotter weather but it just means that the weather will change and will get more...
The Summer holidays are over and after some training days last week work begins properly again on Monday. It’s always a bit of a shock to the system but after two years at least I feel comfortable in my job. I discussed friendship earlier in the summer. I had seemed to reach a point where I simply didn’t see any friends but I endeavoured to do something about that. This led to wandering through the New Forest, spending days in London and Winchester and going to a music concert on the beach. It was fantastic to catch up with people I hadn’t seen for ages. Actually I should discuss that beach music concert. We went to see the headline act, the Kaiser Chiefs. There were other acts on first, up and coming artists Imani Williams and Callum Scott and the older rockers Travis. It was all quite enjoyable but nothing particularly special. The Kaiser Chiefs were about to come on when it was suddenly announced that they had been cancelled because the tide was coming in. I know, th...
In which I discuss my favourite TV show... "Run!" said the man and in that moment my life changed. It was the 26th March 2005 and Doctor Who was on TV. My parents had both watched the original version of the show when they were growing up in the 70s and I'd had some vague exposure to it before but this crazy episode with walking shop dummies and a burping dustbin really caught my attention. I was hooked immediately. I'd been into things before but never in quite the same way. The timing was rife for the early days of social media and Wi-Fi becoming more widely available meant the internet wasn't just restricted to the family computer on dial-up. I devoured every episode and my obsession grew and grew. I went back and watched the previous forty years of the show, getting to grips with the old-fashioned feel of 60s television. I read Doctor Who books, listened to Doctor Who audio plays and played (rubbish) Doctor Who video games. I did location filming tours and v...
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