Nicky Bond's Blog, page 26

A Less-Sexy Craig David...

Not since I was in 1R at high school have I been structured so restrictively by a weekly timetable. In September of 1989 I kept a cellotape-laminated copy of my week in my blazer's top pocket. These days there's no need to go to such lengths. My day to day activities are imprinted on my brain. Tattooed on my memory through repetition and the lack of anything unexpected or novel. 
I know. I'm as surprised as you that I dug this up.
(Cellotape-laminate for the win!) More surprising,
 however, is tha...

Bring on the Cucumber Slices...

Hello there. As I type, I've got tired eyes. I know this because my right eye lid keeps twitching. I've checked online and it's all fine. It could be one of several causes. I'm tired, stressed, got eye strain, had too much caffeine, or have physically exerted myself. (Re: the last point. I can confirm I have not.)
I could not agree more with
Rep. Stacey Plaskett It's definitely a tiredness thing. Over the past week, I was up late most nights, absorbing the twists and turns of the T***p impeachmen...

And the Next Lockdown Project is...

Lockdown 1. Lost my mind. Batch cooked for Britain. Dyed half my head blonde. Lockdown 2. Bought every type of Christmas food. Ate at the table for the first time in years. Put fairy lights in the downstairs rooms. Lockdown 3. Erm...? Not sure really. Wore pyjamas? Watched telly? Not much else tbh. 

I am, Moira. I am.It seems I'm experiencing Lockdown Burnout. It's a thing. I just invented it. At least I thought I had. I was all set to alert the General Medical Council and School of Tropical Medi...

Fictional Ghosts and the Pleasure They Bring...

ANSWER: Reading out the notices, dealing with Pam, organising the summer fete.QUESTION: What do you think the Hot Priest from Fleabag is doing now?
A Fleabag-less Hot Priest.
Sigh. It's probably for the best.Don't tell me you've not thought about it. I do daily. Of course my real answer is 'leaving the church over a matter of conscience, telling Fleabag he made the wrong decision and then... but you know what? I'm not so sure. What do I actually want for Fleabag? Her ending was perfect. Perhaps I...

Staying In's the New Going Out...

I've reached that point in the year. You know the one. Twentyish days in, and the post-Christmas health kick is fading. My excitement at some quality hibernation has been satiated. I'm ready for a night out! 
The pandemic and its restrictions may not be on my side, but I can't kid myself. This wasn't an easy feat in previous years either. In Normal January, everyone, including myself, is skint. Some are on far more elaborate health kicks than my own 'eat less crap' diet. And then there are those ...

The Fascination of Typos...

Everyone:
Me: Thank you for asking! Book Three is getting interesting. Let me tell you all about it!
Before Christmas I offered my family a dazzling opportunity. In exchange for some honest feedback, they could have a sneak preview of the current/58,783th draft of Assembling the Wingpeople. Eight fabulous people snapped my hand off, so I emailed them a copy. Because I accept that other people have lives - even in a pandemic, I appreciate my novel mightn't take precedence over children, jigsaws, an...

Take Me Away From All This...

 On 6th January 2020, I wrote...

Well now. What did we have by the 6th, this time around? 

A third lockdownHighest COVID rate since last March A violent mob storm the US Capitol as the President-Elect and Vice President-Elect are being certified 

Same old, same old, it seems. I wonder what Week One of January 2022 will offer. An enormous meteorite flattens Wales? Giant rabbits take control of the UN? Stefan Dennis elected as Pope? Why not? They're as batshit as any of the other examples that came t...

Resolutely Clear About Resolutions...

At the time of writing, I'm in the final hours of 2020. There's nothing more to say about that, so I won't. But while I sit here, contemplating the life-improving resolutions I could make to herald the start of a new dawn, it's a fair bet that by the time this drops - in 4 days time - I'll have sacked them right off.

I've written about New Year's resolutions before. TLDR? Pointless. That's my stance and I'm sticking to it. I've made many plans, many promises, to myself over the years but very few...

The Twelve Months of Rambles...

And here we are. The final days of the weirdest, saddest, most anger-making year are upon us. Thank frig for that, I say, and all who sail in her. But at this point in December, it's customary to look back and reflect. To remember the experiences that shaped us, and the life-lessons we picked up along the way.
I don't know about you, but I'm really struggling to stomach that idea this time. We've got to the end, we're moving on, it's nearly over. (2020 I mean, rather than the specific bad stuff)....

Seasonal Small Stuff...

Picture the scene. December 1979. A small child in a sky-blue onesie looks up at the Christmas tree. Forty-one years ago, of course, onesies do not exist. The small child is wearing what's commonly known as a sleeping suit. The room has muted tones. With stripy brown curtains, a brown and beige carpet, and a retro TV filling most of the space, the scene screams seventies chic. But this is the cusp of a new dawn. The small child - not yet two - is ready to hit the eighties. In three years time, W...