This is a very simple one for me to answer…

It’s my trademark slouch beanie (in various colours) and a pair of Noir filters similar looking to sunglasses.

Hats are my thing if it’s not a slouch, it’s a baseball cap or even a fedora. I’ve always loved hats they’re quirky and fun, plus I’ve no hair to keep my head warm.

The filters they’re to help with bright lights and also help me with my PTSD.

I’d have to say my computer, the reason behind this?

Well I spend a lot of time playing online in MMPORG’s and if I didn’t I’d probably have more time to read the growing collection of book I haven’t read yet. I could spend more time generally being more productive.

As this is a hypothetical question and my laptop still exists. It’s high time Rhiluron went on a quest.

The hardest decision I’ve ever had to make is one I’ve had to do a number of times during my adult life. and it’s never gotten any easy to be fair.

It’s the heartbreaking decision to let go of one of the many feline companions go to rainbow bridge. It doesn’t mater if I’ve had them 19 years or 19 months, it hurts. In fact one of my last (rescue) cats passed away shortly after we gave him a forever home, his death still stings like fuck now. It’s hard to type through tears. He took care of his younger sibling on the streets, she came with him, and had really come out of her shell.

I’ve made some hard calls in life and in my work, I’ve dealt with death and all that goes with it. but that’s the one call I hate.

I’d use that extra time to get all those things I’ve been putting off done. I’m that bad I could procrastinate about procrastination.

Firstly I’d finish my ever growing reading pile (currently 8-10 books) as there’s so many graphic novels that I need to start or just finish reading.

Secondly I’d use the time to get some more poetry written and edited, maybe start editing a book I’ve been writing for ten years, and nudge it over the finish line.

Finally I’d practice my chess game and try to improve on my ELO (standing) while taking regular breaks to watch all the box sets I’ve added to my list with the attitude of, I’ll get round to that when I’ve finished this one.

I’d also just go out and walk about at night while the world slumbers. It’s so peaceful and quiet, and not many people about.

My pet peeves are

1. People who are intentionally ignorant. When, I say that, I mean people who can’t/wont look things up, and would rather live in ignorance. Or they won’t listen, or change their views when presented with scientific proof that refutes their perspective.
2. Saying things like “Everyone’s a little autistic, or “Autism wasn’t around when I was younger”, or some such ableist nonsense. It demeans and belittles my life experience, as an autistic adult. It was around, it just wasn’t known about, or diagnosed.
3. When someone takes the time to either explain my poetry to me, or tries to tell me that I need to change it, as it’s clearly about them. If that were the case, believe me, they’d have no doubt.

Also under number 2 – when people try to counter your feelings of chronic or suicidal depression with such verbal antidepressants as “Cheer up” or “You just need to think happy thoughts”.

Aside from the obvious answers of my wife, cat or kids etc.

I’d like to say that currently my favourite people are my peers and fellow poets that I’ve been lucky enough to work with this year. It’s been a hectic year, but I’ve made a whole bunch of friends in the process.

This is a really easy one for me. (Felis catus)

It’s cats without a shadow of a doubt, they’re the perfect companion for me. They’re not needy and I don’t have to walk them. I’ve nothing against walking, it’s just everyone wants to stop you and talk if you have a dog, I’m not a social creature.

Cats are hard work emotionally as you have to earn their respect and they go out and walk themselves, sometimes bringing (half eaten) presents for your bare foot at 0230hrs.

They’re adorable…

The only downside side is that when you loose one it hurts like hell.

Side note.

My Spirit Animal or honourable mention are Pheasants. They aren’t the brightest, can’t really fly, but they try to anyway, and look fabulous too.

I think we should all try to embrace our inner Pheasant. So let’s look fabulous and try doing that thing. You know the one you’ve always been putting off.

If it don’t work your still fabulous

Stay safe x

This is a very easy choice for me, as I go to the beach with Mrs Bob every week for a dance across the sands, and a paddle. It’s my weekly dose of Vitamin Sea.