A cup of Costa’s finest is on its way. Scratch that, it’s here. “Small white Americano!” “Yep that’s me!” “For the ginger.” The thirty-something barista definitely fancies me but of course I don’t act on it. With my coffee in front of me now I can set about recalling a recent delayed i-date. Let me … Continue reading 10/02/19
Category: 2019 Player’s Journal
25/01/19
RE: A Message from the Desk of Thomas Crown The last week at work, and surely the week ahead, was tough. With two colleagues absent I’m left to manage a typically lazy Italian, nurture a team in another location, and deal with all the extra crap coming my way in my boss’ absence. Most of … Continue reading 25/01/19
13/01/19
I’m lying on my bed and observing the colours of the sheets, the flowery pattern and pastel blue shades, and in this moment I have a realisation. I nurture it for a few more hours before re-heating a solid brick of egg fried rice and setting it aside to cool. Throughout writing I also realise … Continue reading 13/01/19
08/01/19
I sit back and feel my lunch inside me. It’s the first thing I’ve eaten today and transfigures the erratic caffeine fueled mood of the morning into a feeling of direction. I’m suddenly reading with zest and digesting the pages at a meta-level. I’m reading Nausea and I think I’ve found the meaning of life, … Continue reading 08/01/19
05/01/19
“That was either a false positive, or a lay,” I tell Mr Babnik as we walk between Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square. It’s a crisp day but I’ve got multiple layers on and tucked my undershirt into my jeans to trap warmth. I’m telling him about my first set of the year. First set, first … Continue reading 05/01/19
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