Today is my friend’s birthday. Gay left us on 27th May 2011 and not a day has gone by when I don’t think of her in some small way. This, in itself, is interesting because I never met her in real life: she was a virtual friend. We “met” on the internet about five years [...]
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Death of a friend I never got to know properly
Posted: 29th September 2011 by Martyn in LifeTags: Chartered Accountant, George North, India, London, love, NHS, read, read-write, readwrite, RIP, www-readwrite-inc-co-uk
My best friend’s father died yesterday. A heart attack at 79 is not an unusual occurrence, and given he had an attack five years ago, only surviving because of the prompt actions of those custodians of the nation’s health the NHS, it would be safe to say he was living in overtime. Following an operation [...]
Richard Thompson at St David’s Hall, Cardiff
Posted: 23rd January 2011 by Martyn in Life, Live Music, MusicTags: Bob Dylan, Cardiff, day, Dream Attic, English, f, Fairport Convention, Finance Industry, love, Mark Knopfler, Money Shuffle, New Zealand, read-write-co-uk-richard-thompson-davids-hall-cardiff, Richard Thompson, richard-thompson-at-st-davids-hall, richard-thompson-at-st-davids-hall-cardiff, richard-thompson-in-cardiff, richard-thompson-set-list-cardiff-2011, rugby-union-back, St David, st-davids-hall-cardiff-fairportconvention, Wales
If Mark Knopfler could write songs like Bob Dylan and had a half decent singing voice, he would be Richard Thompson. If there were any justice, Thompson would be a superstar and if I ever go to a better concert than this, then it will be the day after Wales beat the All Blacks… in [...]
I love it when a plan comes together
Posted: 17th February 2009 by Martyn in LifeTags: being there, BEST, Boot Disk, dad, g310de, g310de-pegatron, g310de-price, Gregory Peck, help, love, money, nvidia-g310de, PC, pegatron-g310de, pegatron-g310de-warez, Ponty Road, Son, Talbot Green, what-is-pegatron-g310de, which-nvidia-chip-is-on-the-pegatron-g310de
The phone rings, and that moment every father dreads comes crashing into your world like a steroidal bull with a hangover. A voice you have known all your life speaks, deeper now, but still the boy you knew, now a man. His tones trembling, your son says; “Dad, you got to help me….”