And We’re Live

I’m back, feeling regenerated after a break and returning here, and to an extent, my good old self. I had been feeling run down and I needed a break.

I’ll warn you now that my writing may be mired somewhat by the transatlantic malucclusion which often affects me after a visit to the Great Satan.

More specifically I was in New York. I love it there. I really do. I could live there. If one day my hat doesn’t hang the way it didn’t use to, and I had much more to lose than I sometimes forget I do, I’d give serious thought to living there. This is odd because I’m prone to reclusion, although maybe that’s the appeal of living in a city of eight million people. But apologies in advance if I go on to regale if not just plain tell you about my trip over the next few days.

Thanks for the fort-holding duties of the unwitting contributors who gave us the “You Asked For It” series. There are a few more to go because when I asked for numbers, I was literally bombarded, and then more than a dozen readers replied. This is very flattering, because as amazing as you are, and yes, I mean you yourself personally, it’s incredible for me to think that this is the only thing you are reading right now.

I checked in a couple of times from New York and realised that I rushed out those posts, because the spelling and the HTML tags were all over the place.

I spent three kinds of awesome with Len G, the hospitality of whoms (whoms, right? Whoms.) was bound only my stupid fucking mobile phone which chose to whore itself around every available network in the tristate area every fifteen minutes instead of actually letting people contact me.

I’m feeling good. Thanks for sticking with me. I’m back to seeing the beauty in the flaws and, typically, the flaws in the beauty.

The “You Asked For It”s will continue among live posts, because they make decent reading and because you took the time. Sometimes you’ll get new posts, sometimes it will be that stuff I wrote before I went.

Sometimes it’ll be good, and sometimes – ehhh notsomuch. That’s life, I don’t make the rules.

Hello. How are you.