200th

I don't know if I can ever put into words exactly how amazing my Dad is. I called him this morning to wish him a happy birthday and, at the end of that short phone call, he was wishing me a great day at work.

Sometimes, it isn't about what you achieve in life, it's about who you are despite what you achieve. The phone call this morning made me realise that I still look at him through the eyes of the little boy I once was, truly astonished at how nothing seems impossible for him and how he's so genuinely down-to-earth in the face of everything I've seen him go through over the years.

I assure you that it's pure chance, but I couldn't have picked a more fitting subject for my 200th blog post.

Happy birthday, Papa! I'm in awe of you and I always will be.

The Real McCoy (McCoy!)

The company may be sinking but the talent they still have at their disposal is frighteningly potent. Best wrestling/music collaboration since Snow Patrol's "Somewhere A Clock is Ticking" on the DVD release of Undertaker/Michaels I at Wrestlemania XXV.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qanjWPNbs18

The Good Feeling

Today was a day of many ends but all I can think of is how magnificent and memorable the last two weeks have been. It's been a frantic, exciting, tiring, happy ride and I can look back on it with a kind of fulfillment and closure that I've never really experienced before. Some of the best times I've ever had in this city. Seriously. :-) 

Mistakes upon mistakes upon mistakes

I feel like the little Dutch boy trying to plug the holes in the dyke with his fingers.

It would've helped me immensely if I'd learnt my lessons by now but it seemed difficult to do, impossible to do when there were no obvious consequences to what I do.

Now there are, and it's harder to adjust to that reality than I ever thought possible.