I hate the last train home. I much prefer the penultimate train, not because it's earlier but because it tends to be full of fairly normal people who, like me have probably had a couple of drinks but are nonetheless normal and probably a bit tired. The penultimate train is smaller and crappier than the last train: The last train is an inter city which means decent seats and a smoother ride, whereas the penultimate train is cramped, noisy and always on the verge of breaking down (the operator, First Great Western, are notorious for spending fuck...
Friday, November 08, 2013
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Posted by Captain Flymo on 12:37 pm with No comments
It's been a while (2 years in fact) but I'm back. It's not that I haven't had ideas for posts its just that I've not had the inclination to bother to write them up, but I promise I will make more of an effort now. As if anyone actually gives that much of a stuff about this drivel. Anyway, first up: A rather controversial post I suspect, but fuck it, it's my blog so what I say goes.
There are times when I really wonder about humans. Why the hell are so many of us incapable of understanding that actually, life isn't all that bad and we...
Friday, September 10, 2010
Posted by Captain Flymo on 6:51 pm with No comments
...or get busy dying. So said the character Andy Dufresne in Shawshank Redemption and as Ellis 'Red' Redding said, that's goddamn right. I watched it on Monday night for the umpteenth time and the line really struck a chord. You can't change what's gone before but you can do something about the future and if you don't live the future then you're already dead. So I decided to stop moping. Sure, I'm still sad, of course I am, but you can't live your life in self-pity and regret. You have to get over it and move on and do whatever it takes to be happy...
Monday, September 06, 2010
Posted by Captain Flymo on 10:25 pm with No comments
It would seem that from the language involved there is absolutely no hope of getting back together. The first time I say "I love you" to a girl and it is wasted and I end up spending all my energy in despair and a black, black depression. It all seems so pointless now. I feel as though I will never meet anyone else like this again. Life just looks like a dull procession of routine and drudgery marked only by the growing nights and smudged by the grey, wet days. If this is love, why do we strive for it so hard? It seems, from this viewpoint, a cruel...
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Posted by Captain Flymo on 8:21 pm with No comments
It's funny. I never knew it was possible to feel at once so utterly and excruciatingly frightened and sad yet be so filled with a love that brings warmth to the coldest of places. Right now I'm sitting on a busy inter-city train under harsh, unforgiving strip lights making my way home and therefore by extension closer to the reason for that love. And I both dread and long for the experience. This very train, were I to stay on it, would take me to the place where the girl I am so hopelessly and totally in love with lives. A part of me says "Stay...
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