Ooooooooooh ooooooooooh oooooooooh... er....

Happy Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Ok, I type this post on the last day of the longest month of the year. 31days, but one is 25hours...

I could be viewed as slightly masochistic but my next note describes how I often look at things in my life

Lifelong climb 😎

I used to be 'a climber' as a cyclist. I was quite happy suffering on a climb, as I knew that most other riders would be suffering more. Ok, the dark mental psychology of cyclists is not for discussion on this blog!

I continue with explanation of my weird psychology, relating to design

Imperfection is perfection 

Perfection cannot exist, therefore when attention is moved to an off-perfect position, humans create a mental perfection of the piece privately, themselves.

Photos with an off-centre focus 

When there is obviously a deliberate off-centre, the process is a lot easier for the human brain to understand and view.

Confused? Good.

There is no truth. There are only perceptions.

Christmas in the summer sun...

but

OMG I'm lucky where I live.

Coffee halts my mood being depressing.

I pathetically attempt to validate my addiction. I am addicted, I admit. As a drug, caffeine maintains my 'positive' mood. I have become used to this, so without it, I notice the effect! :(

It could be worse...

I am not a liar...

four-letter Lance

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b048wq0z/storyville-20142015-2-the-lance-armstrong-story-stop-at-nothing

Hehehe, erm actually...

MC+IS

I admit to listening to my iPod on 'shuffle'. Ok, this is bad, I am sorry. I was half way through dinner when I heard 'Melon Collie' by Smashing Pumpkins. Anyone who knows this tune, should understand my horror as it's piano melody must lead into the crescendo of strings of 'Tonight Tonight'. I was listening to shuffled music so felt crucified when I heard Kasabian break this flow!

Melon Collie on shuffle

TT

I was at a loose end yesterday, so journeyed into central London. All was ok, I knew where I was heading. However, I noticed, as ever that 'my London' is actually so much smaller. I cannot enter most shops/bars/etc, because of the stepped entrance! 

Ok, they may have a ramp or an alternative entrance, but it is so degrading having to ask for help.

I am fed up of having to deal with a  'life of inaccessibility'

but

I enjoy being different 

I flip the fact, face the positives. I have to. It would be nice to experience the normal world, but sometimes 'alternatives' are better!