Losing your Marbles

So I’ve recently returned from Greece, where I was at an amazing wedding with The Circle*. To say it was a life affirming holiday is probably a bit much, but it has to be said I’ve never had a holiday like it. Sunshine, tons of booze, and laughter from start to finish (not to mention a midnight swim with a pretty girl)…incredible. I guess it is a familiar tale with my friends – we met at school, stayed friends through university and then gradually drifted apart as a group (settling in other parts of the country, kids, life in general etc) but there has always been a bond between us all. What astonished me, however, was how strong that bond was, and still is. I felt more relaxed and happy than I have in a very long time – in part no doubt due to the shocking amount of booze I put away – but mainly due to my friends. Someone said to me that whilst we are very different, all of us have a quality that helps the whole group, and it is true. Individually they are all special, but as a group they are hard to beat. For someone who has been without a real family since the age of 16, to feel such love and affection from a group of people such as this was incredible. Overwhelming too, was the generosity and hospitality of the new friends I made out there. It was quite something.

It’s funny, actually, this post was just going to be about the holiday and the wedding, but now that I’m writing it, it feels somehow proper to celebrate my friends, without whom my life would be lessened considerably.

So, in this busy life, in this small, brutal world, a lesson for us all –  it’s not an ipad, or a bigger house, or money in the bank, but having a wealth of good friends that gets you through.


PS. And the Marbles? It’s simple – it’s time they were put back in their rightful place. The British Museum does nothing but cheapen and embarrass this great country of mine by their refusal to do the decent thing.

*See the cast page


An inevitable post

So the dust has settled down now after the riots in my beloved London.  Aside from the uncomfortable feeling of solidarity with the Met Police,  I felt a lot of anger. A lot. Anger at the fuckwits stealing, never mind they already owned brand new mobile phones and £80 trainers. Anger at the psuedo-sociologists claiming the youth were “disenfranchised”, never mind the inherent insult to all the poor bastards just trying to make it through the week without stealing or smashing up their local shops. Anger at the fact that this anti-social crime got so much attention, never mind the fact that some decent, good, hardworking working people have to put up with this shit every day. Rather than just go on a long rant about it (and believe me, I could write for hours about this), I just thought I’d leave you with the following thoughts:

“You bring about disorder. And disorder is the best servant of the established power” – Sartre

“You fuck about with guns, and someone will get hurt” – me