It's official. I am totally and utterly disillusioned with life. You might say that this is a phase, or a fad, or indeed a sign of unwanton disintegration into that well plowed furrow called 'old age'. Quite honestly, it is a mixture of all three, with an extra helping of self pity along with a dollop of an insatiable desire to share that with all and sundry on the side. With fries. Always with fries, despite Jamie Oliver's crusade against anything with a hint of automated flavour enhancing. Don't get me wrong, I am not about to vilify JO and feed my thankfully non existent children with fast food through the iron railings of a school gate. Quite the contrary, I feel that anyone who has the balls to profess a different view to the status quo deserves a medal, a pat on the back and a get out of jail free card. Or at least a gold star for effort.
So why the downbeat opening? Emo's beware, I am not about to open up and condemn the entire world to another wrist hatching episode of woeful soliloquies and depth defying sob stories. I simply wanted to show my utter detachment to today. And only today. Think of it as a sudden snore in the midst of an otherwise peaceful night's sleep. A snore doesn't equate to an nightmare, in the same way as my opening doesn't equate to a blue filled blog. Think of it as a sudden stertor in life as opposed to a continuous drone. Over and Out.
