Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

A daily 'rant'.  To be honest with myself, I am a mess. Reflecting on my life's structure, all I see is disorder. I’m too trapped in my own mind. I don’t know how to fulfil this ‘grandfather’ role. I have 8 grandchildren and one great-grandchild. What should I actually do with them? How should I relate to my three daughters? Am I a good husband? If I have to ask, maybe I’m not. Accepting who I am is hard. I never really do, do I? There’s always this nagging feeling that I should be doing better. ​ Right now, my mind never rests. There’s a constant conflict between what I should do and what I actually do. I’m never at peace, always searching without knowing why. Comedy is nearly done, and the bookings have dwindled. So I need to decide what’s next: transition from ‘stand-up comedian’ to a retired figure who was once relatively well-known. And so I retreat into my own head, and I write. I enjoy writing—even these few nonsensical pages; it gives me an outlet for my thoughts. T...

  Thursday, the 7th of May ’26. A simple cold A blocked nose, a cough, regular bouts of sneezing and a horrible slime that should be spit out. A regular cold, nothing more and nothing less, leading to sleepless nights and interference in my daily routine. I won’t die from it, it will have no long-lasting effects on my general health, it’s just 48 hours of my life put on hold while some invasive virus fights it out with my bodily defence system. I’m just the vessel that hosts this tussle. I drink hot tea, clear my nose every 5 minutes, dress up warm but keep the house well ventilated, and wait until it passes. We call it a cold, and yet I sweat my way through the night. The absurdity of life, us humans thinking of ourselves as masters of the world - check - Universe even, and yet the wrong little virus entering our system can annoy us no end, some can even kill us or eventually wipe us out. We’re only as strong as the latest virus is weak. Recently, we have all been made aware of ou...