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“Fathers anguish as child pulls on hair”

Oh and renovating your own house at the same time. It’s fucking hard work.

When I decided to pack in my job two years ago and try my luck at running a company, I had no idea what I was doing. I had a couple of grand in the bank and the best of intentions — but that seemed like enough if it meant I didn’t have to do that same old shitty job any more. A child was something we had talked about then, but it was one of those things that seemed like a long way away.

Then, six months later I woke up to the sound of “We did it!” and Carol running out of the bathroom of our attic flat holding a pissy stick with some blue lines on it. I was excited, but also terrified — no stable income and no idea what I was doing (and I’m pretty sure you can’t support a family on good intentions). …


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“Confident Man Working On Startup”, I’m not sure what makes him so confident, the man bun? the pink shirt? the “I’m a DJ headphones”?

So last night I went to yet another networking event. I’m finding myself at a lot of them recently, trying to build up the profile of the business and win some new work. It was pretty empty and I was a little bit drunk by the time I got there (free cans of Guinness and a desire to show everyone else how to pour the perfect pint from a can in the office didn’t help) so I wasn’t really in the mood for serious networking anyway. …


Except, well — it kinda is.

Sure, I had some fun growing up — there were the parties, the drugs, the excess and everything that went along with it. I’ve drank more than most people should have in their late teens / early twenties and I’ve taken substances that I can’t even remember the name of. I stayed up for three days straight in other people’s living rooms, discussing the meaning of life, the fourth dimension and how I floated around the universe in a camping chair without ever leaving where I was in the space of 30 seconds. I’ve been to festivals, I’ve broken bones, I’ve sung till my voice was sore and I’ve felt that rush of pure elation when the DJ absolutely fucking nails it, the mix of people in the room and the tunes booming through your chest just resonate perfectly. …


Technically it was four days in Berlin — but two of those were half days so let’s go with three.

Thanks to the super cheap flights from Cardiff to Tegel from Flybe, we went on a quick city break to the German capital for less than £120 return. That’s not to say we were budgeting as hard as we did in Venice, but we certainly weren’t splashing the cash (Glue Digital Studio hasn’t quite gotten me to that level just yet.)

Flights

Luckily all of the airports for Berlin are pretty much in the centre of the city, so there’s no need to try and find Ryanair flight to some remote airport and get a one — two hour long bus to where you actually want to go. Unfortunately, Tegel airport is fairly shit when you get past check in (Terminal D at least) so make sure you arrive as late as possible or take a book with you. …


I meant to write this the other week after going into The Post Office on Cardiff Queen Street to return a t-shirt sample I ordered. Trying not to be reactionary with my negative comments though so I thought I’d leave it for a while and think about how frustrating it was. I had to go back in there today to return some more bits — and the process drove me to writing about it (the equivalent of having a long sweary rant in 2016). As it turns out I’m not the only person who has gripes with the system.

What’s Wrong With The Self Service Machines in The Post Office?

First and foremost — it’s too complicated to use. Posting a parcel is a complex procedure and something that post office staff need training to do. Whereas self serve machines in a supermarket work like…


It was only a couple of weeks ago I was in full on rant mode about Netflix and their lack of quality programming. It’s like they knew how dissatisfied I was with their usual offering. Last weekend, an old friend of mine posted on Facebook about this new programme called Stranger Things (trailer). He’s got a pretty consistently good opinion on most things so I thought “I’ll have to check this out on Monday”. Before the end of the weekend, at least two more people had said how good it was — I was sold. To sum it up, imagine Stephen King wrote a book, it was turned into a film and directed by Stephen Spielberg, then John Carpenter got called on board to score it, prior to which the three hollywood heavyweights had been playing the original Silent Hill for three days straight. …


This weekend we bought a car — a 2010 plate VW Golf 1.6 TDI S (S as in Standard, not Sport). Every car I’ve bought previously has been a labour of love or an emergency vehicle — I owned seven Peugeot 306’s which generally ran until they died or I killed them. This however was a serious purchase, the “I’m starting a family” car. As such I needed something reliable and safe to get from A — B on a regular basis. I’m pretty sure not many people have ever revelled in the thought of buying a six year old, German, diesel hatchback on a Sunday afternoon with a bit of a hangover, but it got me thinking as we looked. …


I feel like I have to make a point about it being Detectorists season one because that’s all there is to watch on Netflix. In true Netflix form, when you find something you really enjoy watching — which is a bit of a rarity these days; it always seems to be a season or two short of complete. Unless it’s Netflix original content, then you’re generally peachy. Phew, rant over — it’s been a long week is all I’m saying.

I was recommended The Detectorists recently, the BBC comedy written, directed by and starring Mackenzie Crook. The odd one from The Office who hasn’t done a great deal of since, apart from Pirates of the Caribbean & Game of Thrones. Despite seeing it on my regular flick through of Netflix, I’ve been pretty apprehensive about watching it thanks to the fairly dreary looking cover and uninspiring name. I gave a chance though and managed to rinse through the whole season in one night. …


Start Point — The Mochyn Du.

Begin by coming out of the Mochyn Du, towards Cathedral Road and taking a left turn. Follow this road all the way until you come to a set of traffic lights and the Westgate Hotel Pub. Take another left and follow the road over the bridge. Once you’re on the other side of the bridge, take a right down Westgate Street. Follow this to the end, taking a left and follow the road around to the right — watch out for people spilling into the roads after a few too many.

Follow the road to the bottom of St Mary Street and take the first exit off the roundabout. Go under the bridge and take the right hand turn up Lloyd George Avenue. Follow this all the way down for about two miles before coming to the Wales Millenium Centre in front of you. Follow the junction around to the left and stay on this road, around the back of the Senedd and the front of the assembly square buildings. Keep following this road past the Norwegian Church until you get to the Dr Who Experience — here you’ll want to veer onto pavement, otherwise you’ll have to stop at the entrance to the barrage, get off and lift your bike over the kerb. …


I mean, obviously it’s too late to be saying not to Brexit, the results are in and the decision has been made — 48% against and 52% for leaving the European Union. I’ve waited a couple of days to write this though (rather than my usual Friday afternoon posting) to absorb some of the facts and come to terms with the decision.

I whole heartedly voted Remain. The EU has been a source of both financial and personal benefit to myself and to many of the people around me. A lot of people have been spewing racist rhetoric for the last few days. A lot of people have been going off on wildly uneducated rants about who’s fault it is and embarking on a secondary campaign of fear. I didn’t want to do that so instead I’m going to take a look at how the decision effects me and me alone — a quite selfish and self indulgent process, but overall the only thing I should really have an opinion on. …

Alex Jeffers

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