When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
This is my attempt at a metaphor. Exactly what kind I don't really know, but since it hasn't stopped raining in good old London for what seems like years, perhaps it's just a plea for a break. I've got to ride nearly one hundred miles tomorrow on my motorbike. I'd love to cruise for a change instead of cowering down behind the handlebars like some decrepit old man