Did you say potato? Did I say po tart oh?

Well, I may not be pink, but I'm a rinky dink panther, or I've taken the dog's tablets again.

After 1 is after midnight, and I check that fact with the clock. He doesn't tell how time passes, or what you can do with it, just the fact that so much has gone and you'll never get it back and you can't cheat..., well, when did you see a second hand second?
Your time is your own, you take up someone else's and they resent you. You don't share yours with them and they wonder what is wrong with them. Kids, lemme tell ya...

Seems like I have been away for ever, bone dust in my throat shows I've not been drinking, so alco-amnesia ain't the answer. No, blacker than the new UberGoth Vader's cape, I've been dozing under the dark duvet of depression. No breakfast in bed, just the toast crumbs stuck in arsecleft horror of having a bad time. Probably the worst for many a year, for me, anyway. Few would have noticed, unless I told them, that's part of the act, and yes, I am good at it. (Hey, I did appear on stage. In Wolverhampton. When a student. Still have the review. Well, the letter telling me the court date)

Hah! Hiding does you no good unless you wanted to, and I must have done as it seems to have passed me by and left me a bit stronger, faster and better than before. And thas da fact, Jack! I have an operation on my wrist in two days time, a dental appointment I'd rather avoid, a form for Incapacity Benefit to fill in, the possibility of the surgeon doing my op still thinking I owe him money (long story, populated by a cast of idiots), a lack of cash, a surfeit of weight, a hundreweight of undone projects and I'm slacking, but not in a cool way.

But I have not felt this good in ages.

Oh, I get angry and stuff still, just ask me about Bad Wolf, unclear communications and the ring tone as STD and I'll pump up me hackle glands till a blow dried hyena calls me mother. No, I am still shite in some areas of emoting, but am willing to change in those, and others. Going to a hill today to try and see the threatening thunderstorm I could hear coming, I realised I was a person I hadn't been for a long while, feeling younger, happier, just as confused but enthusiastic, optimistic and not as burdened by a past of negative feelings.

Hence this rambling intro to another, but shorter, space between postings.

Honest, I give you my word.

As a gentleman, a scholar and an acrobat.