All that I am, all that I ever was…

I am more than my mental health. I am more than my homelessness. I am more than any one aspect of me. I am Addy. And this is…


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ABC Wednesday: I is for Inverness

ABC Wednesday is all about having fun. It is all about the visitors and everyday life around our world. This week is all about the letter I…which I have decided, somewhat unsurprisingly, stands for Inverness.

Inverness-2008-0005It’s funny how our perception of landmarks can change over time. During the years I lived in Inverness, whenever I walked past its castle I’d always think the same thing: what a hideous building!

After months of doing this I’d purposefully avoid any roads that either directly passed the building or were near enough to offer a close up view.

The simple fact is, it’s not, in my mind, what a castle should look like. Urquhart is a castle. Eilean Donan is a castle. Edinburgh, now that’s a castle.

Inverness? It’s…pink!? Castles should never be pink!

But now, five years since I last walked the streets of the ‘Ness, five years since I had the misfortune of looking upon that far-too-neat collection of Lego bricks, I’d give anything to wander up Castle Street and smirk at its brightly coloured facade again.

A building that was hewn from a child’s playtime has become a symbol of the homesickness that plagues me.  A structure that, more than any other, defines one of the greatest times of my life.


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ABC Wednesday: M is for Making Out (Mounties and Magnificent Hair)

ABC Wednesday is all about having fun. It is all about the visitors and everyday life around our world. This week is all about the letter M…which, given I recently rediscovered this photo from my past, stands for Making Out (Mounties and Magnificent hair!)

The story behind this photograph is simple.

Whilst visiting Victoria, I happened upon this rather magnificent looking Mountie whilst roaming the fair city. Overpowered by my love for classic television series Due South (and a small Mountie Uniform fetish) I couldn’t resist the opportunity to lock lips with this smouldering object of hotness for a humourous photograph that I’d one day look back on with jealously over the sheer magnificence of my hair back then.

Seriously, forget the fact I’m kissing an RCMP official, look at the hair! I would kill to have hair that awesome again! Thick, luscious, full of vibrant colour. Why did I never investigate ‘shampoo commercial modelling’ as a viable career opportunity?

The sad thing is, in spite of that awesome hair, in spite of being surrounded by beautiful women for three months, this illicit kiss was the only one I received during my three-month jaunt across Canada.

But what a kiss :D

And if you haven’t already worked it out, yes, it’s a mannequin. Otherwise I would probably have been thrown in jail for molesting an officer of the law :p