B.A.

So, last year I got a B.A.

That's a bachelor of arts, I've always had the big arse!

Looking at the creative field and screen industries, to which my degree relates to, I've missed the boat on a lot of entry routes. Being a career changer with transferable skills is meant to count for something, but not as much as the points for industry credits. I've found work I've truly enjoyed, but paying too little to balance the work life scales. Working in the entertainment industry is fun, but hard work, and with a culture of zero hours and freelance contracts uncertainty is the only certainty.  

So what's next?

No idea, but I may come back and let you know! 

It just so happens that I came a wandering by my idling blog, trying to find a piece of summit I knew I would know what it was when I see it, and what do I see. Someone selling summit I didn't want. Comment deleted!

Now, if I did want what they were clearly selling, then I wouldn't buy it from them. Hope no one was paying for their trolling marketing (s)hit. No imagination, no concept of hooking an adventure seeker, like moi, with repetitive use of a 3 letter word, beginning with S, ending in X with an E in the middle, especially when it doesn't just mean what they were implying in their lazy, gutter depravity. 

As you can see, I'm still in the land of the living, bouncing along in my own way despite the current pandemic. I may be back, I may not, but if there are any more arseholes selling shit and sordid services, go elsewhere. I ain't up for you jumping on me idling blog.

High on a Wire

High on a wire tiptoed a lovely lady

Led by a gent at an outdoor soiree

What an enchanting evening of entertainment!

Pondering the delights of this funambulist spectacle, with spectacular nostalgic resonance, me finks mixing the artful craft and dedication of a circus performer with music hall storytelling has an enduring ability to capture the hearts of a live audience.

Mmm, living a creative life, high up on ma perch, is not that unusual after all...

A Spark for the Imagination

Was hoping for a shooting spark

As I sat here in the dark

Then I saw this

 

 Would be amiss

To be too slow

Just follow the glow

Way down to the park 

Drummers striking up a spark

Erm...

I came on t'internet, today, pondering on summit, but for the ouji-me-flip, in me, I can't think of what thingy-me-jig, it flippin well was.

Was it here...

... was it there?

Was it really anywhere?

Probably no more than a not so dubious doubting doubrey of a moment! 

Here Comes Friday 13th

Friday 13th, always been a lucky date in my book and, with positive thinking, I'm looking out beyond the current confines of me perch.

The weather forecast says Friday 13th May 2016 is going to be a sunshine sizzler along the coast. So, I've dug out, dusted off and packed up me creative kits and bathing bits, put yesterday's torrential rain and flash flooding out of me mind, and I'm off for a day on the beach. 

Here comes summer and here goes JJ...