back with a BANG

WOweee, the response about the return of the blog has been PHENOMENAL!!!

I am so moved and so honoured...without wanting to blow my own trumpet, such phrases as 'makes my day' and 'gives me a reason to get out of bed and face this miserable planet' have been used, with one respondee(word?is it? it should be) even comparing me to 'Chaucer, nay, Shakespeare'.
A Wakefield Shakespeare, A Wakey SHakey.


Well, I am sorry for deserting you to face this world alone, without a daily dose of me informing you that you are incorrect for enjoying and liking certain things, and generally bringing you down to my level of eyeballing the world around me and casting disdain on what I see.


Why did the blog die out? In a word: Unemployment.
When you are unemployed you don't tend to find anything very funny, and even more importantly you don't really see anyone. ever. There is a limited amount of humour to be had in the existence of waking up, falling asleep, waking up again, applying for jobs, never hearing back from jobs, and going to bed.
I tried to continue the blog in this vein for a while but it ended up being a massive depressive cry for help, which, let's face it, no one wants to read. Maybe someone weird who loves schadenfreude but that's all.

SO things are different these days

#1) I HAVE a job, yes, some say it could never happen, I said it mostly, but yes yes, someone took a chance on little old me, out of 150+ applicants I am told (yes, it is a simple boast, get over it) it was me, the library enthusiast, who won them over with my mega love of journals and my desire to constantly tidy the bookshelves and do repetitive jobs (i'm not joking, iLOVE all these things) and knowledge of Dewey Decimal and most importantly my craving to constantly share all these wonderful secret caverns of knowledge with others, thus spreading it all around, aaahhh, lovely articles, lovely books...lovely reading...lovely knowlEDge.


What else? #2) I have adopted two bunnies: Marie and Frida. They are a bit broken and bent but I love them and they sleep in my room with me and hop about and eat hay and all the normal things, they also do some not so normal things but I won't go into that at 11:56am. Anyways, I would highly recommend a house bunny, there are millions that need adopting as they breed like rabbits (AHAHA) and people seem not to have quite grasped this so they leave them all in a local rec/ car park or like mine they give them to some little kids who chuck em about. They are very funny, especially their ears and their stretching and yawning, also binkies (where they leap in the air and somersault) Marie looks quite like a little piglet which is also nice.


What else? #3) I am racing on with writing and illustrating my book, I reckon it'll be pretty good, I am telling myself that in order to squash all the little thoughts that are going 'don't bother!' it works quite well.

#4) the coalition is making me seriously eggy.

So, I have bought you, my readers, up to speed.
Mostly the blog is back because I am constantly in situations that are mental, especially now I commute, and I need to vent them. Not to mention the general venting that puffs about in my coffee-addled brain as I read about/ encounter fury inducing people or as I see cool and nice things (I do SOmetimes!)

So here's the boring intro blog to re-establish the blog, if you get me.


Not much to report today apart from that a girl with purple hair straightened her hair on the train next to me, which I felt to be a step too far, especially as she was constantly elbowing me in order to get good straightening angle, and not to mention that her hair was already so straight that she looked like she was wearing a medieval helmet.
It made me realise something though, for once, all these pristine girls that I always envy so much for being effortlessly immaculate, where, even when i try really really hard to look smart i still have a ladder in my tights and a moth hole in my cardigan and mascara brush my cheek but can't be arsed to wipe it off, and my ungainly nature means I'll never look smart anyway, well it made me realise that the effort that these pristine girls put in is pretty massive. Carrying straighteners and doing your hair AGAIN on the train, then all your make-up AGAIN even though it's fine, who can be arsed with that?! Is that attractive? Or is it a sign that she's quite nervous? Or very very vain? they're both pretty bad I reckon.

Other than that I just tried to drink and the bottle lid came off and now I am literally soaked.

Proper blog tomorrow. PEEEAACCEE out.