I don't blog much anymore. I have neither the time nor the inclination. Therefore, this blog will be updated infrequently.

I am, however, addicted to Twitter, so my last ten tweets are below. If you really must know what I'm thinking about, and why you would care is quite beyond me, that's where to look.

Alternatively, you can find me on a variety of social networks. Links to my on-line 'presence' (sigh) are on the right, down the page a bit, past the links to more interesting people with things to say.

Wes x

Last Ten Tweets...

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

New Tommy Lee Interviews

The Man himself talking with Alan Cross...



Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Ridin' Through The Glen...

Pass me my bow and arrow...

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Things To Look Forward To...

You can now pre-order Sixteen Shades of Crazy, the new novel by Rachel Trezise, from Amazon UK. The book will be officially launched at the Hay Festival in May 2010.

You can also pre-order her new novella  Loose Connections which is due to be released on March 4th, 2010, to celebrate World Reading Day.

Thursday, 23 July 2009

What’s Important?

There’s an old saying that goes something like: “No matter how far down the wrong road you’ve gone, turn back.”

I’m a software developer. By trade, I write software and build web sites and all that stuff. This is what allows me to pay my mortgage, eat food, and buy rare vinyl bootlegs of Motley Crue concerts when I don’t get ridiculously outbid.

At other times in my life I’ve been a drummer and a stand-up comic. I’ve woken up drunk in fields and I’ve taken part in the Montreal Comedy Festival. I made no money from being a drummer and I lost money as a comic and yet, through all those hours on the road, mostly alone but sometimes in a vehicle full of friends, I had something more valuable than cash: I was my own man.

As a stand-up comic I made friends who will, hopefully, be friends for life. I made some enemies too but that’s how it goes. I also made my own decisions. Which gigs to play, how to get there, who to hang with, who to side with. There’s nothing quite like having to answer to only your conscience and the tax man.

Now I’m behind a private-sector desk again and I’m taking orders again. I’m compromising again.

At some point in life a little voice, nothing more than a mere whisper at first, starts to ask: “Are you happy?”

As you get older that voice grows louder, more insistent.

It gets harder to ignore.

“You’re in your thirties now. Not long to go. Half-way there, maybe? Are you happy?”

Someone called it a “Thrisis”. I think it may have been in The Guardian or The Observer. A thrisis is like a mid-life crisis only it strikes in your early thirties. It’s when you suddenly stop and wonder whether you’re headed in the right direction, whether you want the second half of your life to be like the first, or whether it’s time to make a change.

The advantage is that, in your early thirties, it’s not too late to turn back.