Whilst I will refrain from wishing everyone another Happy 12 months ahead… but I cannot proceed without thanking everyone who responded to my first blog of the year. A departure for me in subject and one fraught with peril.
There is only one way to begin this post, so here goes; a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR and NEW DECADE to you all! There is definitely a cut off for such cursory wishes. Not an official date but just a feeling that we all seem to discern at roughly the same time; perhaps when we reason that this year is much like the last. I hope then that this post and my well-wishes has arrived in time?
Just a quick post to say thank you to all my visitors and readers over the last year. For the old-timers amongst you, you will have witnessed a website that hardly functions at all to something ending the year in much better shape – with many more improvements to come, I hope – including a…
With Tom and Harry home from Cleveland and the Holland’s back to full strength, a recent evening was a simple affair and yet one for my fatherhood diary. Not that it will endure for very long, I suspect. Not if first steps, words or even my boys births are anything to go by as my advancing years wreaks havoc with my memory. And not such a momentous night anyway. Not a meal out for us all to a favourite eatery or a trip to the theatre. It wasn’t even all of us; just Tom, Harry, Sam and I and down to our local pub for a few beers.
Practise makes perfect – or so the adage goes.
‘Perfect’ being relative of course and depending on myriad factors including ability and talents. The awkward upshot of this being that some people’s ‘perfect’ is better than others. More perfect, I suppose. Which is awkward but a fact of life and why we venerate certain people and not everyone.Golf is a useful way to contextualise this. The hardest game of all – and famously associated with a quote…“the harder I practise, the luckier I get.”
We’re all down with charity, right? Giving over our money. And if not cash, then our time to help people less fortunate than ourselves? Comedians are in high demand by charities to perform at fundraising events. Some offer to pay for said services but most do not and I usually base my decision on my availability and the worthiness of the cause.
Many readers of this blog might not be aware that in the UK, we are about to have a General Election – and on this subject, my phone lit up this week with messages and alerts to the news that Tom Holland has officially entered the fray.
We live in increasingly tense and fractious times with heightened levels of anxiety. Regular readers of this blog will be aware that I know nothing. That I am frequently wrong but often with happy consequences, for instance, Tom confounding all of my predications on his chances in the world of show-biz. An attritional business in…
I confess a few times in Eclipsed that I have never been cool, trendy nor fashionable. I see hip youngsters nowadays covered in tattoos and piercings and I shudder. Surely, being fashionable these days has never required such complete and total commitment to the cause – not to mention pain. My need to be fashionable…
Eagle eyed readers of this blog will have noticed that I have fallen foul of Google again; a repeat offender no less and such that my site is deemed unsuitable to carry any adverts. This is irksome. I refute whatever transgressions I am accused of and I don’t have any inclinations (nor abilities) to have…