Tag: Writing
Goa : A Lesson in Life. Final Chapter : The Journey Home
It was now mid-afternoon in Anjuna. I trudged back to Anjuna Palms for the last time with great sadness, it had only seemed like yesterday when I first explored this place. The gang at the bike shop waved as usual, but as I announced my departure they dropped their usual sales pitch immediately, posing for…
The little things I miss about being in a band
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Besides playing and practicing, I really miss all those little things that go with it…. Popping into a guitar shop whilst visiting a big city like Glasgow, Edinburgh or Leeds, browsing for pedals, pickups, amps, or that one guitar that would finally give you the ‘sound in your head’. When you’re not in a band, all…
A Life in Pictures
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Why do we live our lives behind the lens of a camera? What will you do when you’re older and have nothing left but the pictures to look back on? What a tragic way to live, feverishly documenting the whole ‘act’ of life, as if it wasn’t your own, just so you had a library…
A Postcard To Blackpool: Sowing the seeds
“Why do you love Blackpool so much?” It’s a question I get asked all the time by family, friends and colleagues alike, and not one I can easily answer, so I’m going to go right back to the beginning, to my very first visit when I was barely a teenager. As a child I traveled…
A Postcard to Blackpool
In the coming weeks, I’ll be putting together my ‘Postcard to Blackpool’, a love letter to the much-maligned, neglected and forgotten British seaside resort, which is still the largest in the UK and still holds a very special place in my heart. As opposed to the chronologically ordered chapters of Goa Trip, this will be an…
Goa: A Lesson in Life. Chapter 16: Last Day in Goa
Time and reality had finally caught up with me and, after a month’s ‘sabbatical’ in another continent, this was the final morning. The bed sheets that Felix’s wife had kindly laundered for me never felt completely dry, but their methods were more primitive here, one last reminder that I hadn’t really missed the mod-cons of…
Goa : A Lesson in Life. Chapter 15 : Old Goa
My penultimate day in Goa began with the familiar melancholy of leaving something you love behind. I looked around my makeshift setup with the cold reality that this time tomorrow I’d be packing up and this would no longer be home, the desk in the corner reclaimed by my rodent friend as if I’d never…
Goa : A Lesson in Life. Chapter 14: Vagator and Chapora
The final three days of this eye-opening, life-changing experience were now before me. I’d done Baga / Calangute to death, and saw no point of another bus-ride to Panjim. Boredom was the last thing I expected I’d be fighting. Not having the constant push of having to get up for work everyday meant I really didn’t…
Goa : A Lesson in Life. Chapter 13: Candolim, Crumbland and the River Princess.
The morning light jerked me into consciousness with all too familiar and somewhat comforting hangover symptoms. As I got to my feet I could still feel the alcohol coursing through my veins and beating a painful rhythm around the side of my head. I was fully up to speed, in the saddle and relishing another…