Savvy Diary – The Torture

Just read a poem that arrived in my inbox, by Brandon Som. I struggled to follow many of the lines, as some were in languages other than English and, much to my shame, I am not even bilingual, let alone multilingual! Nonetheless, the following two lines stuck! Perhaps in the same way that a saw,…

Savvy Diary – Bottle of Wee

If the environmental issues featured in this post touch a chord with you, please also view posts by my fellow blogger The Wandering Ambivert. So I’ve given up the day job! But, almost a month into my sabbatical, how am I faring? Have a made a single penny out of my blogging? No. Have I written…

Silly Diary 62: Chilton Snapper

How to trick the sprogs into getting out of our cliff-top-cave home, in Suffolk, to brave the wilds of sunny Chilton? Tell them we’re going to McDonalds! Not healthy, no! But then, neither is it healthy to stay in the gloom all day. But, even with the lure of McDonalds, a generous hour passes before…

Silly Diary 61: Lost Chilton

Back from the druglands of Rhyl and Towyn, I stride forth into the familiar territory of the lost village of Chilton (now a suburban industrial estate), to check out the views and my favourite haunt – the churchyard of St. Mary’s! I’ve been told that none other than the intrepid explorer, Michael Palin, shares my love…

Silly Diary 60: Disassociation

  Today, I officially completed my umpteenth music lesson, and am now the dubiously-proud owner of a Suzanne Vega track covered by the previously-unknown singer, Jay Cool! Sadly, in spite of the snazzy image, after rather-a-lot of singing and guitar lessons, Jay will remain unknown. She cannot sing in tune, has a bad croak and…

Savvy Diary 57: Belle Vue Ball

I’m not usually a great fan of Sudbury’s annual ‘Party in the Park’. Not that I’m a party pooper – I just don’t like other people! Correction. Other people are fine, just so long as they don’t blow their cigarette smoke in my face. And what better place to get fagged out, than to plonk…

Savvy Diary 58: Queen Bee

Disclaimer: This post contains image links to products available on Amazon, for which I do not receive any commission. Wednesday: almost a week since I abandoned my day job for good. And what have I achieved? A tidy study. Okay, so a tidy study isn’t a bestselling novelette, and perhaps I could have written a…

56: The Morning After

Disclaimer: Should you choose to purchase a featured book, via an image link to Amazon, Jay Cool will receive a commission at no extra cost to yourself.  It’s the morning after the day before; the day before being the last working day of my formal employment. Not that there was anything at all formal about this…

55: Finiarted

Finished. Finished the day job. Started my life as me. Finiarted.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Image depicting my reaction a few moments ago, when Hubby returned from the supermarket minus the celebratory bottle of fizz I sent him out for, by Domenic Hoffmann from Pixabay

54: One More Day

I’m still here. And, still to come, is one more day of the day job. To make thoughts of tomorrow more palatable, I imagine a look-after-themself-only type being situated on a Subbuteo pitch. A large forefinger and thumb descend from on high. Flick. FliCK. FLICK. FLICK. The ball bounces off the goal post, pinging back…