Blue Monday's Daring Blog

Blue Monday's Daring Blog

Learning Curves

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The night arrived. I was nervous, but reinforced by a considerable surplus of irrepressible, youthful adrenalin. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do. I just trusted my intuition. It’s called a learning curve. Sometimes steep. Mont Ventoux. Sometimes you have to stop riding, get off your bike and push it to the summit in order to learn your lesson. But this was biology, physics and chemistry all rolled into one and I was useless at science.

Heart-in-mouth occasions don’t happen that often in life. But ringing that doorbell for a flat that transpired to be above an off-licence in a non-descript street in London, SW3, was definitely one of those moments. Did anyone live there? Would they have any idea who I was? Who were they? Would they like me? What was I doing…& ... [more]

The Royal Male

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The night arrived. I was nervous, but reinforced by a considerable surplus of irrepressible, youthful adrenalin. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do. I just trusted my intuition. It’s called a learning curve. Sometimes steep. Mont Ventoux. Sometimes you have to stop riding, get off your bike and push it to the summit in order to learn your lesson. But this was biology, physics and chemistry all rolled into one and I was useless at science.

Heart-in-mouth occasions don’t happen that often in life. But ringing that doorbell for a flat that transpired to be above an off-licence in a non-descript street in London, SW3, was definitely one of those moments. Did anyone live there? Would they have any idea who I was? Who were they? Would they like me? What was I doing…& ... [more]

The Witness Programme

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We all remember our ‘first time’. I don’t. I do remember going to Brighton with a group of friends during a school weekend exeat towards the end of my final term. What happened next remains fuzzy. What I do remember was queueing outside a rather sleazy doorway and, when it was my turn, being welcomed by a nice lady. I’m not sure how much I paid, can’t have been much because if I was being charged by the minute I probably saved a fortune. I came exactly on time. Seconds not minutes. Frugal. All I can remember is that I wasn’t proud of the experience or the performance. But it was done.

I also remember that, in my last year at school, while magazines provided great solace I developed a need to see moving pictures. Some action. How was it done? What were ... [more]