Call it a midlife crisis if you want, but the other day I woke up and realised that I am essential living half a life. Yes it’s a life which involves going to work, buying groceries and singing along to Glee once a week, but it’s missing something. Something amazing. Something inspiring. Something that will enable me to bore anyone who will listen with passionate ranting – that’s right. I NEED A HOBBY.
I’m surrounded by really talented people who have found their thing – and spend hours engrossed in doing what they like. And they love it, in fact they are it. Now I am a teensy bit jealous of them, but more than that, I think I’d like them to infect me with their enthusiasm – so I’m going to try out people’s hobbies – find out why people love ’em and maybe even get me a new hobby.
So that’s me. In a nutshell (though obviously not an actual nutshell, that would be massive, and a bit weird. Iike those showgirls coming out of clamshells). Shutting up now, and getting on with hobbying…
Piney gets a hobby 
Yer Ole Pa has had some good hobbies, singing, sailing, quiz mastering, archery, shooting, charity fund raising etc. and he has jumped outs of a perfectly serviceable aircraft from 2,500 ft and floated safely to earth, more than once.