Well hello. I do hope you’re all well and thriving. It’s been a good few weeks since my last blog: I’ve just been sooo very busy doing stuff that it’s been tricky to fir you in.
So what have I been up to you might ask? Well I’ve been doing far too much work, a bit of nice walking (when the sun was actually out), more work and then even more work. But don’t worry dear reader, I did also find the time do some really crackingingly good things too. Here are a couple of examples
I went to an arts and craft evening with lots of very nice ladies and we made some lovely things with wire, beads and stuff. I’m not making it sound like much am I? That’s probably because I somehow managed to consume vast quantities of alcohol at the same time so I am a bit sketchy on the full content of the evening. Anyway I did manage to cobble together something resembling a wiry bird type creature that had been savagely pinned to a bit of canvas. Sadly, when I awoke the next morning and gave it a long, sober look I realised my judgement had been slightly impaired by the aforementioned alcohol and it wasn’t quite the masterpiece I had imagined. Still it was a fun night … I think.
I was also lucky enough to see two fab exhibitions in that London last weekend, a Roy Lichtenstein Retrospective at the Tate Modern ( you know, that Pop Art guy – comic book type stuff) and the David Bowie exhibition at the V &A. Both were excellent but, if I had to choose, I’d have to say Bowie was my absolute favourite. It was fascinating to understand the background to those costumes and to see them up close and also to map his different characters against the social history of that particular time, as well as my own personal history. Great stuff.
Anyway, I thought I’d post a couple of poems this week about the beginning and end of a relationship. Strangely they do also map to my own personal history if only because I wrote the first one, Beginnings, when I was in my late teens – very naive and possibly a little bit influenced by the Romantic poets while the second poem was written much, much later after I’d been around the block a bit and, at the time, was feeling a bit embittered. It was only very recently that I realised they were a good matching pair. I hope you enjoy them.
