Stuart's Blog

Hello one and all. I think I’m going to pull this blog and hopefully replace it with an online CV-type thing in the not too distant future. I honestly don’t think anybody really reads this in any numbers to warrant taking up web space like this so down it will come soon. If you’re interested in finding out about me and my previous professional forrays, then check back soon. Otherwise you can contact me C/O The Citizens Theatre Glasgow (0141 429 5561).
Much Love

Stuart

A new year, a new me. Well, newish.

Actually, on second thoughts it’s probably closer to the truth to say old me ‘cos I turned forty in early January. FORTY, I never thought I’d see the day.

Lots of other things happened too, like being offered a design in Wales at a very prestigious company, and nearly getting my car door ripped off in the recent high winds, (another garage bill in the offing). This on top of four (count ‘em four) designs for work on top of standing in temporarily for the boss. I think I’ll just move in to the work for the next few months and I’ll see the kids at their graduations, (oh yes, there will be graduations,there will!).

I was reading a book called ‘Save the world for a fiver’ and one of the things it says to do in this book, is to write to somebody that have been an influence on your life, and say thanks. The books even supply you with a postcard to send, its a beautiful idea, and I’m still weighing up who I should send the card to, but in leu of me getting my finger out here’s a little thank you.
I have to say thanks to a guy called Graham, for, amongst many other things, introducing me to the Buena Vista Social Club.

Thank you.

It’s been a small while since posting, but, if you read this at all, you’ll be used to the sporadic nature of it.
It’s the last weekend of the school holidays where I live, so we decided to take the kids up to Landmark Forest Theme Park near Inverness. I know it’s name doesn’t really endear itself but, honestly, the kids’ll love it and you might actually have fun too. In reality it was just nice to be out in the Scottish countryside, breathing relatively pure air, tramping through good honest Scottish mud, risking life and limb on the water rides, the climbing wall, the rope walk and, if you’re scared of heights, the fire tower and the tree line walk. The kids loved it and made the seven hour round trip and the relatively steep entrance fee almost worth it ( this last point, I admit, panders to racial stereotyping but, well if it walks like a duck…).

More later.

P.S You’re worth it too…

Another month another post. This time I’d thought I might cleanse my soul a little, as you might say.
There’s something that’s been preying on my mind for quite some time, almost from the moment this event occured, and I feel I need to lay bare my soul. I worked for an Italian dance company some time ago, and when it came time to get something to eat, I took them to an American style Pizza parlour. Coals to Newcastle, you might say. The next night they went out, (without me, y’understand) to a perfectly acceptable Indian Restaurant and had a lovely meal. My own stupidity knows no bounds. Why take them to a fake Italian restaurant when all they wanted to do was go to a place that wasn’t the norm. Listen, this might not seem a particularly haenous crime in the greater scheme of things, and I honestly believe that the company in question have long forgotten about this, admittedly trivial, incident but it preys on my mind more than it should. Possibly because of its rank stupidity, possibly because of my own mortification at how dumb I’d been, or possibly because of the sheer triviality and inconsiquence of the whole sorry affair. Why do I get bogged down in the petty, non-events and let them drag me down, rather than letting go, forgiving myself and moving on. I’m sure there are plenty of other things in the World, and my life, that I should be seriously worried about, ( no pension plan, overweight, the hospitals, the schools, the war, I could go on and on…) but no, I have to get hung up on stupid, nothing, social faux pas, and every, red faced, shoe gazer moment.
Some California-life-guru guy said ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’ ( I’m pretty sure he would have said “man” after that) and, though it makes me gag to admit it, he may have a bloody point.

Hippy new ear to all who may read this. Not saying too much at the moment just looking up the Waverley timetable to see if we can get it together enough to go on it this year, we kinda said we’d do it last year and never did so, if I have any new years resolution, its to try and keep my promises more. And try to be nicer. And not get angry at other road users quite so easily, it benefits neither them nor me. And smile more. And listen to Lenny Kravitz less, if at all. And take more pictures. And not get angry at the kids ( ‘cos really I think I’m just angry with myself when I do). And book a holiday soon.