I return...

Dear people of the blogosphere, hear me now.

I have been on a long journey. My analyst said I needed to go on a long journey. But that bitch would say anything to get me out of her bedroom closet.

I have been to Australia. I saw Fat Boy Slim on Bondi beach on New Years Eve. I have been to Singapore, and had high tea at Raffles as a drug mule and escaped the death penalty. I have been to India and South Africa. I have shared my last taste of the true black meat; the flesh of the giant, aquatic, Brazilian centipede.

I have not exerted one axon in the contemplation of this blog or The Flatmate.

I am happy.

But tomorrow I get on a plane home and some time next week I will walk back into the Habitat...

I have heard nothing from her. I have no idea what awaits. Was it not George Bush who said:

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Flatmate, dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the psychopath...