It's been a while but then we knew it would be.
Will this return be lasting or am I toying with myself again?
Who knows?
We shall have to wait and see...

Hello

If you can remember me, I'm sorry.

If you can't, never mind.

Thank you.

I was at the cinema the other night with Laughing Boy. We were waiting the feature to start and watching the trailers. There was a trailer for "There Will Be Blood". The star of the film is Daniel Day Lewis. Laughing Boy leans over and says that there was an article in The Guardian about "big acting". How Day Lewis always took these big roles and whether or not he was a great actor or A MASSIVE HAM.

I haven't stopped chuckling about it yet.

Last night I just felt too tired to do anything, yet I still dragged myself out to the cinema. I went with Laughing Boy to see No Country For Old Men. Best film of the year so far.

Other than that not much to report. Quins v Skolars today. GET IN THERE AND HAVE SOME OF THAT.

It's OK. I get it. It's Monday morning. You're tired. You're disorientated from the weekend. That's fine. I understand. I don't hate you. I don't hate the fact that you don't know what you're doing. I don't hate the fact that you can't walk in a straight line. I don't hate the fact that because you are so slow that I nearly missed getting off the bus. That you nearly walked into me. That you smell. That you are this mass. This commuter mass. Brainless, slow and dumb. A herd of cattle. Dressed by your partner. Crushed by your boss. A souless money making machine who's looking at a six month retirement before dying. Nice work if you can get it. Ha ha ha...

When I got back from my run last night I realised how much work I had to do. Not just on my fitness but on my attitude too. My recent spate of binge drinking is leaving my tired and unable to complete the exercise programme I set out for the week. I used to be able to run well but of late I haven't been out running as much as I would like and that has left me slow and heavy. The solution is simple: I just have to make more informed choices. It's easy.

Everything's OK just so long as there aren't too many people around. I can cope with that. As soon as you start throwing the masses into the mix the nightmare begins. People are stupid. Put them together, you've got a mass of stupidity. And sitting on the throne? The oblivious. The ones who wander around aimlessly. Unaware. GETTING IN THE WAY.

That's why I get up early. That's why I miss the rush hour. That's why I won't go down Oxford Street on a Saturday. That's why, as much as I love London, I'm going to eventually leave.

Well Friday night was interesting. It took me four hours to get home. I won't bore you with the details but stupidity is the first word that springs to mind.

Saturday was pretty good. Eventually. After spending most of the day "recovering" I ventured out a got my groceries done and then met up with The Lovely Philippa in town. I coaxed her back to Wandsworth and had pizza. She stayed over, which was cool and we had a massive breakfast at Konnigan's in the morning. Actually I ate most of hers. After she left I spent the rest of the day feeling tired.

Back to the grind...

I wish I had something interesting to say but I don't. I'd just like to thank those who commented and send them hugs.

You have no idea what it means to me...

On Sunday I went for a walk along the Thames at Wandsworth all the way to Putney and back again. It was wonderful. The weather was spot on and it was just everything I could have wished for. I was also alone.

Kept singing National Front Disco in my head as well...