And in true fashion after the weekend, where were all the lovely posts that I was to write about various exciting things going on, the review of 2008, which is increasingly looking like it will be 2010 before I’m done with that, and maybe we will have written up about 2010 just in time for the London Olympics to fail, in which we all complain bitterly, maybe throw a chair at someone.

The point is, I’m basically not doing very well with trying to write. You see, where I currently live, it’s become increasingly difficult to write, and this is mainly because people are seeking attention all the time and when you finally do muster up the energy, then people are instantly noisy, looking at the caveman dribbling on the wall and wondering what could it mean, aside from the fact that he’s a bit thick.

I’m one of those writers who basically cannot write when someone else is around, simply because I don’t want anyone to see the finished article before it’s done. Try to explain that to people, and they look at you as though you’ve just told them you’ve had their mum over a desk while slapping the dad about with the sex toy that was just in the mother. Err…anyway it appears that in order to return to the old ways, which basically happened while back in Oswestry over christmas, I must further step up the efforts of finding a place of solitude.

And not one of those “Studios” which isn’t even big enough to have a poo in. Yes, I saw two of those the weekend in various places and it did not make for fun viewing. The race is on, the stage is set and if only I had another thing to wrap this sentence up, it would be very good. See, can’t even string a clever sentence together now, such is the state of things.

RUN AWAY!!!