My Name is Snorky

I’m getting married. In many regards, this is no particular surprise as Kate and I have been together for some time. In preparation, I’ve been listening to Nick Lowe’s ‘I Knew the Bride When She Used to Rock and Roll’ pretty much on a loop but, in spite of this, there’s still a very steep learning curve. Originally, I thought if I wrote some music and took the tuxedo out a couple of notches in deference to something I’ll simply describe as ‘personal growth’, the whole event would pretty much take care of itself. I now know that I was wrong. Dead wrong.

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A Master of My Craft

It’s often said that you can’t be good at everything. Frankly, I don’t see why not. As immature as it may sound, I have always longed to be a jack-of-all-trades and a master of every single one. It’s fallen out of fashion. Once, a person would indulge themselves with pursuits that were many as they were varied. In the event that you were able to achieve a reasonable level of proficiency in these various fields of endeavour, you might receive the ultimate badge of honour of being labelled a ‘Renaissance Man’.

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