Ive been really busy so I have not had the chance to blog, sorry!

Yesterday, I bade farewell to my workplace over the last year to go to something a lot better financially as a wage slave during the day. At 10:26am yesterday I left my desk to go to the local supermarket to purchase a tin of dog food. It was not for a dog nor was it for myself.

I returned to my desk and placed the tin on my desk, where it will remain for quite some time. Okay readers, I would like your theories as to why I left a tin of dog food on my desk at my last day at work.

Brilliant post from Gordon

I agree with him. Culture.. I cant identify with what goes on around me these days. I sometimes feel that I fell into this reality from an alternative one. Its not deliberate swimming against the tide, its just who I am. Sometimes people have problems with this. It has ruined friendships, relationships, collaborations musically.

I think I could be culturally retarded. I comb my hair in a fashion that culturally is not part of this present cuture.. It probably will never be part of a future culture either.

Yes, culturally retarded.. I lack culture big time and if anyone wants to offer me some culture, preferably at weekends, let me know..

Ive kind of dreaded this weekend but at the same time I’m glad it has finally arrived. I have approached the anniversary of the start of the end of my old life. A year ago the love of my life ended things with me quite suddenly. Relationships end all the time these days, but it was swift and it was a shock to the system.

Our time together was mostly happy and passionate. It took a long time to get over. Its human nature to look back at times past, analysing what one did, where did one go wrong, what could/ SHOULD have I done? Oh boy the things I should have done and maybe that girl would still be with me today. Well.. on second thoughts most likely she wouldnt be as everything has changed..

But then, analysis of failed relationships are fruitless. It doesn’t bring the love back, it doesn’t bring that person back. There is a reason for everything. I had to be with her as she did with me, but time passes and people change.

Who I was then is not who Stephen is now. Physically I am the same man, but personality wise I am almost completely different and personally I feel all the better for the evolution of Stephen Sherry. The Stephen of today would not have been attracted to the girl I was with. The girl who I was with would not be attracted to the man I am today.

I have no regrets apart from one which has destroyed us being good friends in this present. Break ups are messy for the majority, and I made a few comments to her that were pretty dreadful. I hold my hand up.

It always annoys me these days whenever I hear people moaning how they cant live without their former boyfriend/girlfriend. Its all a mind trick. Love is a mental illness ( call me bitter.. ) In my opinion if you cant live without another person then your life must be a big empty pit.

Very soon there will be another anniversary to deal with. Shortly after my relationship ended, my mother told me something that destroyed my old life and this blog has well documented all of that..

I’m watching a beautiful sunset from my house after a very busy day cleaning the house. ( I’m still struggling to find alternative digs) This place looks like a shrine to my late mother, as if we are expecting her return from shopping or whatever. I had to do a much needed spring clean and threw a lot of things out.

There was no need for her jacket to be still hanging on the coat rack.

There was no need for her slippers to be in the hall, waiting for a pair of 65 year old tired feet to fit into them.

There was no need for her knitting needles and wool to be lying on the sideboard, waiting for her to knit 100, purl 300.

Keeping a house just the way the deceased owner left it is not good. I don’t think we deliberately kept it the way mum liked the place. We have been lazy.

I spent the evening packing up my studio and clearing my room out. It is almost time to say goodbye to the room where I first discovered making music. Very soon, those boxes will be open, and another room, another incarnation of my studio will be up and running.

I wonder what kind of music I’m going to make in the new studio.

Now dear readers, you must find it interesting that I talk about my music yet you cant hear it.

Soon… soon.. you will hear it. I’m sure you will like it.