I’m a creative person who loves long distance running. I’m here because I love writing, and I want to share my words with a wider audience. After many years of scribbling away in isolation at home, I love the fact these words can be read by people all over the world. I find the feedback from readers makes it more satisfying to blog publicly than to keep a personal diary. You should read my blog if you want to read honest, from-the-heart posts with a running and creative writing focus.
I love the opportunity blogging gives me to shine a light on running events, theatre or creative ideas that deserve wider attention. You won’t find cushy reviews for brand products here. The focus for the blog up to now has been 80% running, 20% creative writing. I’m expecting that to move to a 50/ 50 split moving forward.
The anotherwisemonkey moniker is inspired by the Smallweed family in Dickens’ novel Bleak House.
Thanks for popping by. I hope you enjoy your visit and are inspired to come back and read more.
I listened, unseen, at the front room door. The Crossroads theme was followed by Benny’s familiar burble. It was well-established that Mum was not to be disturbed during her one break all day. This was the perfect cover to sneak a slice of ginger cake. Continue reading “Ginger Cake”→
With the global explosion of running crews, it seems like there’s a Bridge the Gap event most weekends. With this expansion the message can be diluted, and the origins and reasons behind the movement can be lost in the mists of time. Mike Saes is the godfather of crew running, as sure as Afrika Bambaataa is the godfather of hip hop. One of the commandments of hip hop is that you pay respect to those who paved the way. To quote Saes, “It came from gang culture to boogie crews, popping crews, b-boy crews and now it’s running crews. It’s the same exact hip hop energy which we find through running.” Continue reading “Running Crews- A History”→
I love the adventure playground at my school, Blackhorse Infants. The gnarly wooden fort has two levels, with wooden slats and a slide for getting up and down. It’s the terrain over which we scramble when playing Cowboys and Indians, War and sometimes Kiss Chase.
On the top deck, I feel like King of the Castle as Miss Nelson rings the bell. Craig slides down to the playground, but I need one more moment. I turn my back and look across the yard at everyone getting into line. Behind me, I hear several feet clambering up the slats. Continue reading “Adventure Playground”→
A chill wind blew through the partly open window as Margaret Ann led the visitor into her bedroom. The veiled stranger, dressed all in black, seemed out of place within these off-white walls. Turning as she reached the wooden bedstead, Margaret Ann faced her guest.
“Have a seat on the bed, please.”
There was no chair to offer in these cramped quarters, plain as the smile, stitched like a lie, across Margaret Ann’s wrinkled face. A spider made its way across wooden floorboards.