Aye indeed, a series of unfortunate events is what I would put the blame on for my misery, my absence, my melancholy, my 'feeling sorry for myself', my being a downright pain in the hole!
Let it be noted that neither I, or anyone close to me, has died since we last spoke, so to speak. All events, though unfortunate, and in a series, and many, are now in the past. Done. Over. Forget it. Yesterday Already. Move the fuck on. Can't do fuckall 'bout that kid!
So, we move on, look ahead, smile at our audience, take a bow and retire to the 'Green Room'!
I shall soon again be taking up residence on my old familiar stool at the bar in The Drum & Monkey, where my best friend has idled his time away for the past few weeks chewing his nails and scratching his nether regions. He sure does miss his wee side-kick! (NO! I've never scratched his nether regions! Behave!)
To be honest, if it wasn't for the big fella I don't think I'd have coped. Thanks JB, I'd be lost without ya.
Back to normalityness soon yeah!