Blissful hope and other maladies of the broken mind.

Run into the yellow brick wall, run into the yellow brick wall in the twilight of the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Conversations with a Non Player Character and the other delights of banging one's head into a wall.

Drowning in a sea of mirrors.

I see you everywhere I look.

I know I'm only just a scarecrow.

First clue that something is wrong with this picture; you're not in Kansas anymore.

Click your heels three times and say; There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

Poor old Reg he's getting older and has started to lose his friends he's come to realise if he lives long enough all his old friends will be gone and he will be alone unless he starts to make friends but the older he gets the harder he finds out…

During my summer holidays in Cornwall I went swimming each morning at dawn watching the sun come up while swimming in the Atlantic. It was quite exhilarating and I wish I could do it most mornings but as we are 400 miles from Cornwall it will…