Therapy For Me

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If you think getting a bloke in his late 40's to talk about the stuff going on in his head is difficult...you should try getting him to stop.

  1. HACE 6 D

    Honesty

    W/C 11th May 2026 A thought struck me as I was walking through Charles de Gaulle airport last week. I wondered how far I was standing (at that precise moment, in that exact spot) from somebody that I knew, but was unaware of. And not just that moment, maybe the last time I was in London or in Leeds, or on holiday or on the train, etc, etc. Clearly with the tech we have at our disposal we can (to an extent) answer that question with stuff such as location sharing, and snap-maps. But that only works with an engaged friendship group, and not necessarily everybody we have ever come into some form of contact with. So the question remains, how close do we pass to people we are acquainted with, but never actually bump into. Was an old school friend also passing through CDG at the same time as me last week, or taking coffee in Headingley yesterday whilst I was at the cricket, or being stuck in the same queue as me on the M1 on Tuesday evening. Answers on a postcard please. Stay safe. Honesty - Billy Joel Therapy For Me (or TFM as I now refer to it) is a bit of an audio curiosity. It started out as a mechanism for me to clear my head, with the hope that by saying stuff out loud it would act as a little bit of self-help. It's remains loose in style, fluid in terms of content and raw - it's a one take, press record and see what happens, affair. If you want to keep in touch with TFM and the other stuff I do then please follow me on Facebook, Insta, Twitter or Patreon. Thanks for getting this far.

    23 min
  2. 9 MAY

    Parisienne walkways

    W/C 4th May 2026 There are so few opportunities to use this particular song as an episode title (this is certainly the first since I started TFM) that I snatched at it, without hesitation. As a guitar player as was well aware of Gary Moore, and whilst not a card-carrying devotee, I was certainly more than aware of the range and depth of his work. I got to see him play live once, at the Montreux Jazz Festival in July 2010, and he certainly lived up to his reputation. What I didn't know at the time was that it would be his last ever recorded performance, as he would die less than a year later in Estepona, he was 58. I have spent quite a lot of time there, it is a place I really like, and yet I had no idea of that part of the story. I have included footage of that performance alongside side the original for no other reason than I was there, and finding it took underscored the poignancy of that night. Stay safe. Parisenne Walkways (featuring Phil Lynott) - Gary Moore Parisienne Walkways (Montreux Jazz Festival, 2010) - Gary Moore Therapy For Me (or TFM as I now refer to it) is a bit of an audio curiosity. It started out as a mechanism for me to clear my head, with the hope that by saying stuff out loud it would act as a little bit of self-help. It's remains loose in style, fluid in terms of content and raw - it's a one take, press record and see what happens, affair. If you want to keep in touch with TFM and the other stuff I do then please follow me on Facebook, Insta, Twitter or Patreon. Thanks for getting this far.

    21 min
  3. 11 ABR

    As the dawn breaks

    W/C 6th April 2026 As we were driving to Manchester Airport last week we realised we had left the newly-purchased suncream at home. Even though we had only been travelling a few minutes we decided not to turn back, but risk picking some up at the departure lounge, irrespective of the fact it would probably be at an eye-watering supplement. As it turned out it was pretty much the same as buying from Boots on the high street, and another thing I noted was that the coffee and sandwich that I got from Pret was not only the same cost, but I was able to get my Club Pret discount. So kudos to everybody at T2 for not taking advantage of those passing-through. Surprisingly, and in sharp contrast, it cost eleven euros for 2 small cervazas on the way back - which is exactly what I wasn't expecting in GC. This was followed by sixty-five euros for a family Burger King (there really wasn't much more in the way of choice) which really did seem like profiteering. A tale of two departure lounges. Stay safe. Richard Hawley - As The Dawn Breaks Therapy For Me (or TFM as I now refer to it) is a bit of an audio curiosity. It started out as a mechanism for me to clear my head, with the hope that by saying stuff out loud it would act as a little bit of self-help. It's remains loose in style, fluid in terms of content and raw - it's a one take, press record and see what happens, affair. If you want to keep in touch with TFM and the other stuff I do then please follow me on Facebook, Insta, Twitter or Patreon. Thanks for getting this far.

    25 min

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If you think getting a bloke in his late 40's to talk about the stuff going on in his head is difficult...you should try getting him to stop.

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