Cemetery Road: a blog

Hi folks,

If anyone's interested, I've started a new blog.  It's part-truth, part-fiction - and I'm not going to say how much of each!  Some of it may be obvious.

It's a bit of fun, really - something to keep me going between other projects.  It helps me to get through the evenings and weekends, anyway - and keeps my fingers typing.

It's pretty much self-explanatory: the life of a middle-aged no-hoper.  Humorously cynical is the tone I'm going for.  Hope I manage it.  Not overtly about autism, but the indications are there.

Two short posts so far.  'My Heart is in Havana' and 'Shove Thy Neighbour'.

*CONTENT WARNING*

- strong, graphic language

- sexual references

- substance misuse

Cemetery Road: notes from a half-life

It's written under a pseudonym, too, so no identity divulgence...

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  • Thanks for your encouraging comments, folks.  These tales may not add up to very much, but they keep me focused.

  • They're great Tom, keep them coming :-) 

    I'm just about to enrol for a series of short courses at northern college on verbs and nouns and stuff like that. I never learned those things at school and I'd love to learn them so nows my chance. You could join me Robert, all the courses are free, they're residential and all your food and accommodation is free and it's in a great setting. Check it out, northern college, near Barnsley. They have lots of other great courses as well. I'm going to do the writing courses as well. 

  • A few more anecdotes.

    Back to my narcissistic cousin.  (Miss B).

    She lived with us several times from 1997 to 2007.

    On one visit she insisted that her dietitian recommend that she drank pure carrot juice every day.  It was for her skin complexion.  

    So I tried to get her carrot juice.  We went round all the major supermarkets and smaller grocery  shops.  No carrot juice.  Nearest I found was  blend of orange with carrot juice.  (This was before we had the internet).

    Then I suggested that we try the specialist health food stores.  She blew up at me.  Outside a health store in the street, she started shouting at me that she wouldn't step one foot inside one of these stores.  'only weirdos shop in these places',. How dare I suggest that we go in there!!!!

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  • A few more anecdotes.

    Back to my narcissistic cousin.  (Miss B).

    She lived with us several times from 1997 to 2007.

    On one visit she insisted that her dietitian recommend that she drank pure carrot juice every day.  It was for her skin complexion.  

    So I tried to get her carrot juice.  We went round all the major supermarkets and smaller grocery  shops.  No carrot juice.  Nearest I found was  blend of orange with carrot juice.  (This was before we had the internet).

    Then I suggested that we try the specialist health food stores.  She blew up at me.  Outside a health store in the street, she started shouting at me that she wouldn't step one foot inside one of these stores.  'only weirdos shop in these places',. How dare I suggest that we go in there!!!!

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