Do you have a reasonable expectation of being alive in 2045, another thirty years from now? I expect I might have some hope of living for another 20 years or so but I would reach 100 years in 2045 and not many men do that. My mother though met that target this year so, just... Continue Reading →
I Am An Abject Failure
I am an abject failure. I do not say this from some depressed state, some suicidal thought, some tendency to self-flagellate. It is not some morbid attempt to heap shit on myself. It is simply that I recognise my own limitations, my unfulfilled hopes and desires. It is an acknowledgement that my vision is greater... Continue Reading →
Not Something Else 