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On the move
I’m stting in the local Starbucks, pecking away at the keyboard, irritating jazz playing in the background. This is the new me, Schizosomething on the move. I now have a laptop and plan to update you...
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Oh shitty day
Yesterday was terrible. I awoke at 2pm after switching off my alarm and going back to sleep. I could have made it to the demo if I’d pushed myself, but I was overcome with intense feelings of...
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Sick as a parrot
Heard the sound of parakeets in the street today. This really cheered me up, I hope they nest here. I have seen them a lot in a local tree-lined square. They are very beautiful, though my social...
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Keeping me alive
This weekend I have felt so depressed it was painful to blink. Amidst this I have heard the sound of birdsong and saw a couple of Jays sat in the tree my desk overlooks. I think I need to win the...
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Still ill
I spent last Wednesday to Friday visiting my sister in Wales. She lives in a town called Machynlleth which is in the middle of nowhere and is best known for being the location of the Centre for...
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Calm down dear
The depression has eased. I think this has a lot to do with the weather and the fact that I’m out and about. Today found me in Regents Street, which, as you can see, is a riot of patriotic colour. I...
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When worlds collide
In the late 1980s I was a waiter living in squats in East London. In the late 1990 I was a charity fundraiser living in a large shared house in Ladbroke Grove. What unites these two worlds is the Coach...
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50
I’m 50 this week. It seems only last week that I was 19, although I suppose everyone who reaches 50 says that. Where has the time gone? During long periods of depression the time flies by. My late 20s...
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That difficult second post
It isn’t easy maintaining a weblog when you believe that the government are using a force called sonic to control your thoughts. It doesn’t help if you start to think that people are stealing your...
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Welcome to my home, a council bedsit. Before we commence the pity party I should point out that it’s in a beautiful, quiet tree-lined street in one of London’s more swanky neighbourhoods. Not too bad a...
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Coming soon. Featured image A glass of wine at Emmeline Pankhurst’s grave in Brompton Cemetery, London. Photo taken with my trusty iPhone 5s, October 2018.
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