Ohh Free Stuff!

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Due to a rather fortune set of circumstances, I’ve ended up with a new laptop totally free! I won’t bore you all with the details but this lucky accident should allow me to be more productive.  Or at least allow me to up my Youtube viewing!

Back tomorrow with more randomness!

Looking back! A Tale about Collecting!


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Following on from a recent blog, Read About it Here! I’ve been having a wee think to myself about my ‘collection’. No the collection I’m referring to is not a bunch of nail clippings or bottles of my old urine, I’m keeping those, no my retro game collection. Sharing my home now with 2 small humans means space is at a premium and my hundreds of vintage video games have suddenly found out where they lye on the pecking order (not high). For me the hunt for the games, going to charity shops and car boot sales, was always better than the actual playing of the games I got.

In our previous home, I had a ‘Man Cave’ dedicated to old games and old systems, complete with posters on the wall, a Hifi, and collectibles of all types. Looking back it was probably the bedroom I wanted when I was a teenager with no cash. Rows and rows of video games, magazines from the Golden Era of my childhood, the early 90’s and 8 or 9 systems all hooked up to a Sony CRT. To have this at the time would have cost thousands not the mere pennies I paid a few years later.

Saturday mornings consisted of game hunting in the morning with my best friend, my dog, then a spot of lunch and home to sort through the pile of games I’d amassed.

Working out what to move and how to display my latest finds and then claim innocence to the wife ”What new games, oh no they have always been there”

Display them for who exactly was the question that had started to rattle about my head. It was only ever me in there, reminiscing about the good old days when all you had to worry about was what game you were getting for your birthday or Christmas.

It’s that period of time in our life that draws us to collect things from our past rather than the subject matter itself. Hours would pass me by in there, maybe playing the same handful of games over and over while thumbing through the mound of magazines or looking at the box art of the hundreds of games that sat on my shelves never to be played.

After my first son arrived, my interest in collecting seemed to take a big hit, partly down to the time spent searching for games was no longer there but mainly the desire had started to go too. Moving house gave me the chance to thin my collection out and anything that survived the move still hasn’t been unpacked. When small human no 2 popped into our lives, that really was the final nail in the game collection coffin.

I still enjoying gaming but the focus on the past, the focus on collecting has gone totally now. All the old games I want to play are no available on my gaming pc, no need any longer for the rows and rows of the dust collecting boxes. I’ll introduce them both to gaming at the right time but the collection is slowly getting sold off and the proceeds will go into an account for the kids. Give them a small start in life and help them with their future.


600 Words a Night!

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This is something of an accountability post. I’ve come to the conclusion that I should try to get at least 600 words down every night. Well, most of the nights throughout the week.

At least if I post this blog I kind of have to stick to it. 4/5 nights a week, if I can sit down for an hour or so and just write, I should make some progress. A lifelong goal of mine has always been to write a novel. If your average book has a page count nearing or above the 100k mark that should mean that in 167 witing days ( roughly) there might be a good base to start with. Or it could be total word vomit, let’s hope not though eh folks!

Of the short stories that I’ve started, there is one, in particular, I’m trying to develop first. Then if all goes to plan the other ones I have drafts of can progress a wee bit further on too.

Stephen King is a huge inspiration for me and one piece of advice he gave was:

“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”

That has stuck in my head and while reading books or listening to audiobooks during work has been great, pushing myself to do the 600 words per night will help a great deal as well I can only hope!

That’s 244 words done so far tonight!


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Writing, Video Games, Cars, Computers, etc etc the list goes on for quite literally a few more words. Sometimes the realization hits you like a wet towel across the face ” I have too many hobbies!”.

Something has got to give, time is precious these days. Maybe the best option would be to cut one or two of them out but where do you start? The first place is money, do you have enough money to follow all these hobbies?…………………..no? well, that was easy, glad we sorted that out quickly. Stick to writing Rich, its free.

I love these wee chats we have together, till next time!

Small Accomplishment

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Not to toot my own horn (toot, toot) but I recently had an article published on an established website and social media page on Facebook.

If you’re curious you can find it by following the link below:


Hopefully the start of what might be a career, either that or I’m just a bit too excited and looking into it too much.

Oh well, Stephen King look out!


Lunch time!

Today’s food for thought! I’m sitting at the table in my works lunch room reading the paper and it is all just drivel in there to be honest.

My time would be better used elsewhere. With that wee thought, from now on I’m going to task myself with writing at least a few paragraphs during lunch. I have a quite substantial amount of short stories that I’ve started, it’s about time they got the attention they deserve.

I will not be playing Darts of Fury that’s for sure………….. Okay one more round but that’s it!

I’m definitely moving!

This idea of moving has been playing on my mind recently. For the good of the family and my sanity, I’m going to have to go through with it.

Not a decision I take lightly as it means leaving family and friends behind but you know what I’m going, I’m moving to Mars. The days there are 25 hours. Maybe then I can get some time to write!

Ever Closer!

When I wake in the morning after a disjointed awkward sleep, this first thought through my head is not about where I am or what time is it. No, the first thought that enters my sleep riddled mind is ‘Is it time, do we have to go?’ Minute by minute, we get closer to the arrival time, we get closer to ‘panic’ time.

Minute by minute we get closer to the moment our lives will be irrevocably changed forever (for the second time in just over 2 years!). The past few months have flown by. Life seems to take over and before you know it you’re a week away from a massive life event and you feel as though it has snuck up on you while you slept, ready to jump out and add more chaos to an already hectic lifestyle.

Baby number 2 is just over a week away as I write this (sorry baby 2 is due just over a week away) and as I spoke about before on this blog I’m not as worried as I was with number 1. Taking care of another wee person doesn’t seem as daunting as it did in 2016 when Riley came into our lives and filled them with wonder and joy and loads of mess.

My day to day is completely filled with heart-stopping moments from the moment I leave the house until I return. Anytime I hear or feel my phone ring or vibrate it puts me back in that same state I wake up in. Every text message or phone call could potentially be ‘the one’.

Now that I have time to think about it, it’s excitement rather than worry when I feel like this, excitement at meeting our new bundle. Excitement at Riley meeting his sibling. Excitement at introducing our dog Pebbles to the latest member of our pack.

More than that, its excitement to share our lives with another wee person and all the highs and lows that come along for the ride.



A Welcome Awakening!

Like most parents when my wife and I put our 2-year-old to bed it’s chill out time, or more realistically its tidy up the house time. Being away from the house all day at work means that during the week my time with my boy is very limited.

Between the time I get home and the time he goes to bed, we have maybe an hour and a half tops. That time includes dinner so your left maybe 45 mins to an hour to play and chat etc. This leads to me missing him more and more as the week goes on until the weekend arrives and we have plenty of time together as a family.

That makes the small moments we spend together during the week all that more special. It’s the 5 or 10 minute when he has woken during the night that we get to catch up and spend that all so important extra time together.

It can be difficult at time for working parents to feel like we bond enough with our kids, you can never spoil a child with love and affection. It’s important that they get to spend time with Mum and Dad as much as they can at such a young age.  Our children grow up so fast, we can be guilty at times of rushing about with our daily chores and busy lifestyles that we don’t stop, sit down and appreciate things in life that make it all worthwhile.

It’s these moments I’ll always treasure. It’s these moments when it’s just him and me, the house is calm & quiet and we can spend a few father and son moments together. The world outside just fades away and the only thing that matters at that moment is my child and me.

It’s during these early morning moments when he might have a story to tell me or he might run about for a bit or he may just want a cuddle. These moments are the ones I’m going to miss when he gets older.These snapshots of time I wish could be saved to replay over and over as he gets older.

They may last only a few minutes and they may be in the middle of the night, but its time spent together like this that brings us closer together and for that, I’m forever grateful.



pexels-photo-185933.jpegThis particular blog entry (post or blog? still can’t decide what to call these) was started in December of 2015, All it included was a few ideas for a post. A post talking about memories and the ironic thing is, for the life of me, I can not recall what this post was to be about exactly.

Sure there were a few keywords in the draft that I left as breadcrumbs on a trail to an idea. But its winter and snow has covered any breadcrumbs that the birds didn’t eat and here I sit with a random assortment of words and no coherent idea of what I was trying to say.

Maybe that was the initial thought of the post, memories can be a fragile thing. Don’t take them for granted as you never know when they might just get up and go for a wee dander.

See Ya