(Pussy did not like the new jalapeno chilli kitty litter)
I am back, so this time I won’t say sorry for being away for 12 months as, I think, it is a given.
I have spanked myself with a rather sturdy sliver of bamboo specially imported from the meanest parts of China to give myself a whipping I shan’t not forget.
And I have not forgotten, for sometime now I have been sitting on my overturned milk bottle crate I call my couch and thought “hark, my yonder cyber nonsense called my blog has doth driveled into the zone of nee updates.” And before you ask, yes I was on meth and the milk crate is actually a cardboard box from a sex toy store I stole, I was trying to up-sell myself to you. I am ashamed. Anyhoo on
with the march of sorrys.
SOOOO much has occurred in 12 months, I had my heart broken rather badly, I went to Europe and conducted a rather debauched tour of entitled ‘what does not kill me, will hopefully kill my ex”, I changed jobs (!) and I spent a lot of time with my lovely friends which means I have lots of silly stories of knees ups and knees spread.
So let me enter your life again like a sneaking mould or case of hairy ear syndrome. I will creep into your dreams and your bathroom cupboards, talk about the things you wish to whack with a rolled up newspaper and occasionally rant about stuff that might mean things to you.
So without further ado… read me
