Dear diary… I suppose.

The other aspect of this blog will be me attempting to keep track of my life which just recently has gotten pretty interesting (for me anyway).

This weekend I’ve been down in Bournemouth visiting my very sick grandmother she had a heart attack last week and has been in hospital for a while now… Actually I don’t want to talk about it. Weird, I know, and I think its probably the least likely thing ever but there is a chance she will read this, so I’ll just say get well granny.

Me and my dad went down in the smart car on Friday – we’re both 6’4 so it may have looked pretty silly but it got us there. We stayed at my aunt and uncles house which was very kind of them, seeing my gran at all visiting hours of course. The 6-nations was on, I like rugby its a dammed good game but the people I was watching it with know it embarrassingly better than I do. But alcohol was designed for those situations.

Anyway the group was English & Irish and England & Ireland beat Scotland and Wales (respectively) so generally good times were had by all.

After frequent grandmotherly visits we came back up Sunday morning and I spent the day finishing Jim butcher’s cold days – fucking fantastic book, great author. Actually thinking about it that probably inspired the action scene from last post.

Anyway, today I’m gong to go into school and sort my **** out, I didnt go in Friday (because of poorly grandmothers) and there are things I have to do. Oh and I really need to return some library books before I get a fine… woo!

So that’s me at around 1100 words for today, 100 over-target, it took about 45 mins all in. Really not too bad when you think about it that way whats that? 24 words/minute? None too shabby for a scientist like myself.

Anyway, ideas for tomorrow:

Online piracy, canal boating, wind turbines, solar power, clinical days.


The dreaded first day

Getting started is hard… Actually saying that I wrote quite a lot last night, but it seems to have disappeared. I’m sure when I actually work out how to use word press properly I’ll find it in some hidden draft folder somewhere.

So, yesterday I pretty much just wrote about woozel, (woozle? not sure, changes every time I say it) Woozel is the girlfriend and she is lovely – that pretty much sums up yesterday.

Today.. you know I want to say I’m going to try some fiction but I’m actually genuinely overcome with embarrassment, How crap is that? You know what? It’s happening anyway, fuck you inner fear of failure. Okay fiction… ermmm right, lets try 10 seconds of an action scene. Don’t ask me why, I feel like I should have some kind of randomiser telling me what to write and in what style but I’ll go with what I’m most comfortable with to begin with. 1st person monologue of the past tense:

“This is going to hurt”

I remember thinking it at the time and it was true, It was going to hurt. But when you’re being faced-down by an armed gunman jumping out of the window can sometimes be your best -read only- choice.

I guess the adrenaline fueled me running full whak at the window didn’t have too much time for introspection but now, thinking about it, it probably looked pretty cool..

I heard the click of my assailant pulling back the slide of his pistol as my foot hit the floor for the last time.I jumped.

I hit the window shoulder first and I’m not sure if I heard the report of his gun at the same time but the window smashed around me and suddenly I was falling surrounded by broken glass.

Now I’m a fairly fit guy but nothing really prepares you for falling from a first floor window (short of years of parkour training I guess) but i knew roughly what to do and at this point my adrenaline-fulled body was running on instinct. I hit the pavement feet first, rolled and I was on my feet, still running.

Okay, which way? straight ahead and into the building opposite? I could be there in a couple of seconds but the dooway would make me an easy target for my attacker. Left there were parked cars which would give some cover but he could just pin me. To my right there was a wire fence for about 10 meters then the corner of the building.

I went right. Fortunately my attacker was right handed so leaning around the corner was awkward as best for him. His first shot I heard but didn’t see, 5 meters left. The second and third shots hit the pavement in from of me – high – he was firing one handed around a corner, thank god for recoil. 4 meters, 3, 2, 1, I winced, he was aiming, i started to turn the corner and herd the final report and felt a flash of white hot pain on the back of my neck. A scratch. Or so I hoped.

That was too close.

Righty, the plan more long-term will be to come back to this and improve it. I’m not going to read it now or I may die of shame, it probably took about 20 minutes to write it but I loose track of time when I type. So very very rough, I just feel like I need to get over this emotional hurdle of not being afraid to write and post crap. So I guess expect a lot of crap. In the future you’ll see this same story (as well as others) re-told but hopefully vastly improved if I keep this writing thing up. I will try my absolute best, but I’m the kind of person who starts doing something new and awesome but never gets around to finishing it.

With that in mind, watch this space, if you know me bully me into writing, it’s what I love to do.