Posts in Overthinking
Lost in the Required Reading

Sometimes, the universe speaks to you.  Or that’s how I choose to see it.  I suppose it’s just coincidence, really.  It’s either that or I’m deciding to pick up on the same, repeating cues to assemble my own, personal breadcrumb trail.  It’s a way of making sense of the noise.  Or using the noise to make sense of yourself.

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If it pleases the court

Today we're going to talk about basketball.  I know, I know.  The fat, white horror writer fast approaching his 40s is going to try and talk about sport.  Not just any sport.  Basketball.  The fast paced, money spinning game that has millions of people all over the world shouting at their TVs over the squeaking sound of trainers on wood.  

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The Second Pencil Case

   I suppose some people like to keep the defining north and south poles of their empires a little further apart.  Span a larger axis.  For whatever reason, life has really made sure I’ve kept my own poles far more provincial.  Hoping between two neighbouring counties, whose defining edges are so uneven that they practically border on incest.  Still, it’s okay, there’s some history around here.  Shakespeare wrote plays and poems not too far away, before commuting to London and possibly not existing.  Richard the Third, pantomime villain turned award winning role in one of those plays, slept under car park after forgetting where he parked his horse.  Alan Moore only lives one country over, sewing seeds of magic, myth and political mayhem.  Not a bad neighbour to have in these times.

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The Guilt Frame

I am not Catholic.  Which is not a problem or a solution.  It’s simply a statement.  It’s probably for the best if we steer clear of religion.  Even though a lot of them are very pro forgiveness, their biggest supporters seem to practice very differently to what’s been preached in their direction.  I’m just saying, before we get into this, that I’m not Catholic.  I was married in a Catholic church, but I’m fat and privileged with a beard.  Which is probably why I was taken to Church of England services.  Fat, white and bearded is basically their mascot, after all.

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If They're Out to Get You

We live in an age of fast acting paranoia.  Horrendous car crashes become intricate webs in which to snare a woman who was once married the heir to the throne.  Lone gunman become the front for a speakeasy of unhappy assassins.  Every mention of certain names or countries on the news can cause us all tense, as the Doomsday Clock ticks over our shoulder.  Our dreams are tinted with nostalgia.  Our nightmares are shaded in paranoid gloom.  A gloom that can be trigger by the littlest of triggers.

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Stuck on the Slow Train

Some weeks, you just can’t win.  It’s not right, it’s not fair.  They're the horrendous traffic jam when you're already late.  They're the one email or customer that is going to totally derail your plans to get through Monday unscathed.  The large, slow moving spider that appears as the shampoo starts to sting your eyes.  It’s basically some sort of event horizon conjured by statistics and chance.

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