Mr Rylance

I’d not come across Mark Rylance until I saw the film Bridge of Spies. In truth, I’m an awfully lacking film buff except for those who contain actors of whom I’m fond.

I’ve not seen Wolf Hall, which some say made him a household name. My relationship began with BFG. And not because of the story. Because of his voice.

He has just the most beautiful voice. Comforting. Warm. But exceptionally powerful to me at least. It makes me want to listen. To me, that is power. It both relaxes and commands simultaneously.

I felt compelled to note this as I’d just seen another Dunkirk film trailer. That and I’m sure my memory is becoming worse.

Old age eh? Clearly working working for some, just not me.

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Wow 2016

It’s been a helluva year hasn’t it? Trump is President elect, UK voted to leave the EU, the world of music and entertainment have lost the most incredible people; Lemmy, David Bowie being the two that make me most sad.

There have been major highlights for me though. I saw AC/DC – albeit with Axl instead of Brian but it was an awesome weekend in London. The atmosphere was incredible and considering Axl’s previous form (online scathing reviews) he was bloody amazing!

I moved house. Stressful but we’re here and making it our own. My fiancĂ© and I started new jobs and my teenage Son started a new school to complete his A levels. In all, it’s been a rollercoaster year for emotions.

After seeing a post on LinkedIn earlier today about Suicide, basically asking for people to put forward their experiences, I’ve been in contact with the post originator. WTH am I doing? I know when I talk about things I get emotional so why am I doing this?

I guess, I need to. I’ve allowed myself this cage for a great deal of my life. Disabled my voice so that others aren’t uncomfortable whilst burning up inside with pain and torturing myself more because of the accompanying guilt for reaching out. I cannot do that any longer. I’ve got one life, even if that seems like based on what I’ve just written, I wasn’t that concerned about but hear me…. I am. I’m still here. Regardless of what has gone before. Regardless of how I felt or was overlooked, ignored, shamed, taunted.

I will go on in 2017 because no matter how bad you feel the time has been before now, the fact you can still reflect, means your pushing forward, pushing through. So farewell(ish) to 2016 and hello 2017. I welcome the rollercoaster, even if I’m still afraid of the height….