Shutter Island

“Flying overseas. No time to feel the breeze.” - After six months of captivity under Kim Jong Boris, the good ship Rookster sets sail again. The old country was unrecognisable. That post-Olympic swagger I left in 2013 has gone, replaced by a conformity I can’t condone. And my sense of belonging is on the blink.… Continue reading Shutter Island

A Sort of Homecoming

Three years ago the freedom of infertility set me on a mid-life meander to Melbourne. Last month, I went home... So, what have my cohorts and countrymen been up to without me? Well, apart from break-ups, breeding and Brexit. Not much. We did the rounds. From family roasts to beers with the lads. We were like social… Continue reading A Sort of Homecoming

Our “Revolutionary” Road…

Revolutionary Road

If there's one film that's left a mark on me and the missus it's Revolutionary Road. Winslet and Di Caprio play this couple in 1950s America, who dream of moving to Paris to be artistic interesting people but settle for the mediocrity of nine-to-five suburbia instead. It's an ill-fated story that all ends in tears.… Continue reading Our “Revolutionary” Road…

The only one smiling is the sun tanned boss…

Listening to this tune on my daily commute helped me realise it was time for a change. The Jam: Smithers-Jones (1979) Here we go again, it's Monday at last, He's heading for the Waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isn't late, got to be there by… Continue reading The only one smiling is the sun tanned boss…