mostly david ephgrave

It's nigh-on inevitable to feel the need to summarise at New Year, even though the anniversary's arbitrary. A lot of people find New Year depressing, but I've always quite liked it; arbitrary or not, I appreciate the sense of a fresh start.  It's similar to how I felt at the beginning of a school term, or when Christening stationery; nothing beats writing your name & form number on the front of a new rough book, except for heroin.  2018's been a political shitstorm, from Brexit to Trump and all points in-between; hardly a day's gone by without a depressing headline or ten, with no sign of abatement in the near (or far) future. These problems can feel insurmountable with little hope of change on the horizon. Having said that, if the past year's had a theme, particularly on social media, it's that of the vulnerable finding a voice; perhaps the biggest cause of the political upheaval of recent times is apathy, but this trait seems to be diminishing,...

...and so another month passes.  I can't believe it's nearly June. Where does the time go (and all those other such things that old people say)? May's a key month for me, as both my wife's and my birthday fall within it. It's also when the Brighton Festival takes place, which I usually rock up to; either on my own or with Glyn. It's a month I'm very aware of and never expect to actually be, in the same way a child might think Christmas won't come around.  I should go to bed, but my cat's sleeping on my lap as I write. She's been a little edgy all day, so I'm loath to move her, now she's finally settled down. She often brings me comfort, so I like to give her comfort too. Having said that, she just yawned and leapt off me in the direction of the kitchen; so much for comfort: she just wants food.  I should go to bed before it gets late. So long May 2016; you were fair-to-middling. Let's make June a little better, yeah?