Back on the Competition Horse – or Why am I so Pathetic That I Can Only Write When I’m Told to?

I was sat perched on the end of a sofa Saturday evening wondering what to do with my night. If I leant back into the sofa and allowed myself to relax I would probably have inadvertently caught up on 6 weeks of shitty sleep and that would have resulted in the sack, obesity, and sub consciously getting … Continue reading Back on the Competition Horse – or Why am I so Pathetic That I Can Only Write When I’m Told to?