by Thomas Bartlett | May 25, 2016 | #ABP, #writing, ABP, blog, childhood memories, Drinking, France, Ireland, Italy, meloncholy, writing |
I saw him the other day in Galway, the dangerous guy in every bar. His knuckles are the old bone keys for the crypts, a small man with furtive laser eyes, sunk in with malicious disappointments at things happening that he expected, he expects the worse, lives inside...
by Thomas Bartlett | Dec 3, 2015 | #ABP, #writing, ABP, book, food, Ireland, life, restaurant, writing |
The last day I ever worked in a restaurant I was nearly burnt alive, and even more nearly took someone with me. It was definitely time to get out. And I have. But I still think about restaurants, like an ex I never fell in love with but I stayed with for a good part...
by Thomas Bartlett | Sep 1, 2015 | blog, guilt, meloncholy, modernlife |
Modern Life 1: What the Hell do we Want? Happiness? Ha! The familiar knot in the spine, knitted by the shoulder blades, pulled taught everyday by our missed calls and rampant thoughts. Nothing notifications and the relentless liking of everything wearying us and...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jul 23, 2015 | #writing, childhood memories, guilt, time |
How to Work From Home: Stay Guilty So obviously the week starts on Monday then it’s Thursday, which is of course practically Sunday, and I’m back sitting there doing nothing Sunday evening wondering why I never get anything done, all the while...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jul 2, 2015 | #writing, blog, racing mind |
A Writing Mind, a Racing Mind Vroom vroom. Pit pit, neuerommmm, neurommm. Gasp gasp. The first small drip drip of consciousness every morning means I’m up. I have a racing mind. I can’t stop it. It gets faster throughout the day. A siesta after lunch helps...
