Thursday the 25th of June 7.00 pm UK time (11.00 am West coast America) I am walking around Meadowhall shopping centre...http://www.meadowhall.co.uk/website/ with no real purpose and I wander into HMV.
I pick up a greatest hits CD by yes, you guessed it Michael Jackson, it's 7, it would be great in my car, boost me on my long trips to work etc, but nah, I talk myself out of it.
Two hours later 9.00 pm UK and 1.00 pm in L.A. I am back home ( I didn't mention the nearly bought CD thing) and my wife tells me that one of her colleagues has managed to get tickets to see a MJ concert in London, I say fuck it, lets us try and get tickets, put the cost on a credit card or something, the subject gets dropped and we go to sleep very soon after, oblivious.
You can guess the rest.
My brain and emotions are fragile and fucked up enough from a massive year of psychotherapy training, I now feel even more warped.
Bizzarely though I am highly inspired and immensely thankful for my life and the things I can do and do with it.
Ian x
p.s. Spare hug anybody?
I pick up a greatest hits CD by yes, you guessed it Michael Jackson, it's 7, it would be great in my car, boost me on my long trips to work etc, but nah, I talk myself out of it.
Two hours later 9.00 pm UK and 1.00 pm in L.A. I am back home ( I didn't mention the nearly bought CD thing) and my wife tells me that one of her colleagues has managed to get tickets to see a MJ concert in London, I say fuck it, lets us try and get tickets, put the cost on a credit card or something, the subject gets dropped and we go to sleep very soon after, oblivious.
You can guess the rest.
My brain and emotions are fragile and fucked up enough from a massive year of psychotherapy training, I now feel even more warped.
Bizzarely though I am highly inspired and immensely thankful for my life and the things I can do and do with it.
Ian x
p.s. Spare hug anybody?
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