Sport Vs Everything Else
I read somewhere that sport was meant to make me burst forth into my life, more energised and healthy or some such. And yet, after six months of regular sporting effort, I still find myself spending the rest of these days crashed out on my bed.
None Of My Busyness
I have now completed my run of fun. I went out for five nights in a row, I consumed alcohol on four of them, and I am still alive. Have I got anything to add to last week’s entry, now that I’ve actually lived through it? Any wisdom to share?
Mess And Messybility
I’ll cut to the chase on this one: I am a mess. Obviously, there are up-sides, otherwise I wouldn’t do it. On the other hand, there are also a few serious negatives. This calls for some kind of list, under a series of “clever” headings.
Charity Begins At Home (So Why Try Harder?)
I was tempted to begin this very special charity-themed entry with a short appeal for donations to the Nick Bryan Beer & DVDs Fund. I am not a registered charity, nor will your cash will bring about any positive effects…
My FTBD Valentine
Is Valentine’s Day is designed to make singletons miserable, couples nervous and the sales of red heart-shaped products shoot up? Should this blog entry even exist? What do other blogs say?
The Genius Trifecta
According to Google, it was Thomas Edison who declared that genius was “1% inspiration and 99% perspiration”. This phrase has since entered the lexicon. After some thought, I concluded there might be a third genius requirement out there.
The Two Thousand And Tenth Anticlimax
So, a one-week-into-the-New-Year entry. How’s it going so far? Fallen apart yet? Broken your resolutions? Returned to work and had a nervous breakdown? Good news: Feeding The Black Dog is here to say… yes, there’s a lot of that going around.
Productivity Versus Megatron – The Black Dog Manifesto 2010
Only slightly late for the New Year, here’s the Feeding The Black Dog Manifesto for 2010, in which I try and sound like I have a coherent message, rather than writing down my thoughts in the order they come to me.
The Horrible Psychology Of A Journey
As people across the world start travelling home for Christmas, often frustrated by the trains packing in their service due to a tiny amount of snow on the tracks, it seemed a good time to discuss journeys, and why they are hateful.
So, You Think You Can Write?
There are a lot of aspiring writers out there, in an increasingly shrinking publishing market. I am, of course, one of them, with a fair few “written” words under my belt. But is that enough to actually apply the damn verb to myself?