18, November 2012
THE SON:
I went to London last week just for the night and learned basic website coding which is painfully tedious and also incredibly fiddly and you have to have an eye like a hawk to be successful at it. My parents’ friend Simon who gave me the tutorial also put me up at his lovely house and cooked me dinner. It was delicious. It was quite surreal to be back in Brixton again after living there quite recently. It did bring back memories though of walking the same streets that I had done when I was smacked out of my head but I felt proud of myself that I now was observing things with a clean conscience. I also saw my Ex for lunch on the Wednesday and it was amazing although I tried to snog her afterwards and she was having none of it. I knew that she wanted to kiss me but she stayed strong, and fair enough, I respect her for doing so. I really do miss her like mad and I get so down when I think of the 3 years I spent with her having so many good times. She doesn’t want to risk getting hurt again so no matter what I say I really doubt I will ever get back with her. I’m incredibly proud of her though for what she’s achieved in the relatively short time since she left Leeds University. Her CV is incredibly impressive and although she stresses when she nears the end of a job, she seems to always land an even better one immediately afterwards. Anyway I’m seeing her quite a bit in the coming month so that’s definitely something to look forward to.
Another thing I’m very much looking forward to is my father’s upcoming West End show. I’m heading to London on Tuesday to go watch the band call and the first run through, which will be cracking. It’s been quite a few years since my father has had one of his shows in the West End and his excitement grows and grows as the opening approaches. It’s lovely to see and it’s also putting him in a great mood for most of the time.
More importantly, I won at golf yesterday for the 3rd week in a row but it was a tight game and the middle part of my round collapsed, causing me to hit lumps of turf further than my ball. It’s quite incredible how psychological the game of golf is. The pros must have an iron will and the clearest of heads constantly. What is so damaging is when you’re about to hit your ball and for some reason you suddenly have about 10 different thoughts in your head between addressing the ball and the end of your swing. All it takes is one negative thought like “I hope I don’t slice it” and you’re screwed. Unless you can envisage a pure clean picture of a perfect straight shot you’ve got no hope. I guess it might help to just go up and swing before you have any time to think about it.
Anyway I’ve decided I want to learn Transcendental Meditation so I am able to completely empty my head of all thoughts and I’m sure that will benefit my game. Sorry for going on about golf so much. I know most of you can’t stand anything to do with it so I’ll leave it there.
Mum just found this I think on Facebook. Laughing.
The typographical error 🤣
Took me about a month after quitting pot to get my brain thinking clearly.