I have been looking back over some of my recent scribbles.
Damn but I’m a miserable old bugger!
It’s a load of depressing, whinging, self pitying crap. I get fucking depressed just glancing through it and I wrote it…..
Whatever happened to my old joyous self? The chap who wrote so easily and wittily [according to some]? Have I become a sad sour old bollicks, sucking on an empty pipe and moaning about the world?
I notice too that I’m getting very bad at the old commenting. I comment less on other’s sites and am tardy enough even here. It’s not that I don’t read comments [they’re invariably the best bit these days] but I have become churlish and downright rude at times.
I have threatened to kill this site many times, but each time I carry on like a demented ferret. In the old days I would have run up a trouser leg but these days I just go down damp rabbit holes. [ends ferret theme]. So I suppose I will mosey on but will have to try to lighten up a bit.
Maybe I should start the whiskey first thing in the morning?