The Boy Likes Gin

Freedom dies in the silence.

History has taught us that we must stand and be counted when it comes to the defence of our legal freedoms. Too many people are turning the other cheek, lowering their gaze. I can't, I must say something. It's all I can do. 

It is time to say goodbye.

I'm all in on adventure, and my Lisbon adventure feels like it is coming to a gentle close. I need to remember how free I am , and I must honour that freedom. Where will I go? Whom will I be? I have no idea, darling. And that is such a thrill. Goodness, life really is dazzling, if we let it be. 

The citadel has fallen

Portugal, my wonderful darling, the haven of peace and acceptance, has been entranced by the far right. I'm exhausted, sad, and unable to dream. But we folk are marvellous, and I think all will be just lovely, in the end. I hope. I really hope. 

Any given Monday

What started off as a normal Monday soon turned into a day of destiny for me. It was time for me to take my place among the great heroes of history. With the outfit selected, and with the weight of the nation on my (slim) shoulders, and with a thimble of wine, I prepared myself for battle. 

Lisbon, my darling.

Four years in Lisbon! Gosh, gosh, gosh! I've done a lot, and drank a lot, and read a lot, and I am still heavy at the hip. What a hoot!

Tombstones and milestones.

During a last-minute dash back to England to be with Dad as he went into hospital, I realised that nothing changes and everything changes.   

A beautiful, muscle-bound glimpse into another world

I gently walked away from a lovely, beautiful stranger who was seemingly head-over-his-big-heels for me. Instinct told me that I needed more. Instinct also whispered to me that it would have been unkind to him - and to me - if I were to stay.

 

At ease, boy soldier

A letter to my younger self. An update about how life is getting on. I think everything is marvellous. There is peace in our time. 

It's just a phase I am going through

Life is just a wonderful wander from phase to phase. I have a feeling that this marvellous phase might be coming to its natural end. But I have no idea where the next phase will be, and that's just wonderful! 

Maybe next time

I am not sure if getting older makes rejection easier, or if rejection makes rejection easier. But either way, it is getting easier. The wobble is reducing. Nothing can topple me.