Belfast 2015

Sj and I had a long weekend in Belfast last week courtesy of the folks as a birthday present. With everything that has been going on this year it was really what we both needed and very welcome. We’d been booked on the Game of Thrones Tour (or “Pretty places in Ireland that are connected” to give it a more accurate title), but mainly we mooched around and enjoyed a couple of days peace away from everything.

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Another update

The last time I was around here I commented that it had been a while since the last update, but that it had been a busy old month (with Sj’s operation et al). Now we are nearly six weeks since the last update and it’s still the same. Sj’s been back in hospital once since then as a result of a post operation infection and life still seems to be pretty hectic. She’s hopefully on the mend now (and it has given me a great / gross story for parties) and will back to normal soon, but it’s been far longer than either of us imagined.

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The “I’ve been utterly ignoring a blog update” blog update…

So, over two months since I actually sat down and wrote anything meaningful (or even meaningless) for my blog – not for want of trying – but time and (to be frank) an element of Writer’s Block seems to have gotten in the way.

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Memories of green

It’s been a strange old Christmas & New Year, relaxing as per usual (with two days back in work this week that can best be described as “light duty”) in between the more usual running about the country to see relatives. It’s all been very nice, even though we haven’t been able to quite catch up with everyone we wanted to (and I’ve not managed to read as much as I’d usually like) but it’s all occasionally got a bit “otherworldly” for want of a better phrase as the likely events of January loom on the horizon.

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What we have here is a failure to communicate

Sometimes writing is hard. Yes, it’s a cliché, but when I first began a blog back in 2007 I probably had a lot more free time than I do now (and certainly less than I had during the height of the recession), and as such I’ve been a little bit lax of late about writing anything about anything for here. It hasn’t helped that I created a bit of an albatross for myself with The 37 in that I was determined to finish it but then lost a little of the impetus to do so once I’d progressed beyond the seventies and eighties (a time which I admit I’m far more interest in the films of, although I admit that the general standard of filmmaking – if not the willingness to experiment – has gotten better) it sometimes felt difficult to even find a film that I was eager to write about. Because I wanted to get it finished, I felt I couldn’t write about anything else in the meantime and…

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