Tag: childhood

The young ones & Have I told you lately that I Love You? Seb: I’ve spent most of this past week in the company of kids. I don’t mean that derogatorily — I mean that I’m at least 10 years older than most of them. It’s odd, I’ve always got on better with younger and older people — but not so much with my contemporaries. I get on well with kids because they’re incredibly easy to talk to (and because…

Old balls, please (Click for larger) Seb: I am incredibly good at racquet (racket) sports. Tennis, badminton, table tennis — you name it, I’m great. My eyesight, on the other hand, is not. I don’t think I’ve told the story of my failing eyes before — and it’s too long to tell here — but basically: it started failing when I was about 12, but I didn’t realise until I was 16. I didn’t get a pair of glasses until…

Elton & Tina Seb: Unlike Abi, music didn’t enter my life in a big way until Napster and the Era of Downloadable Music. That’s not to say my life was devoid of music! It was always around, either played by my mother in the house, or loudly on my dad’s car stereo, but I never had my own music. I tried to get into pop music, when I was a teenager. I wasn’t under the duress of peer pressure for…

Yeah right, like I would make an entire post about something as dry as my new year’s resolutions! You must’ve realised by now that I rarely blog in that way. It’s more like a timeless classic ’round these parts of the Internet: if you picked a random entry from the archives, chances are you wouldn’t be able to place it. Chances are, it would be a rant that really has nothing to do with the day it was written. Except…

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” Scout Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird by¬†Harper Lee Gods, this is going to be a sappy one… It’s the kind of sentence that comes right out of left field, right from the author rather than the character. Lulled into a false sense of security by Scout’s oft-inane stream of consciousness and then blam, the kind of phrase that makes you stop and…

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…