So it turns out that bloging is something that requires more of me than I’ve had in recent weeks. Never mind.

So I’ve had a few weeks off from work, ostensibly to find work, although that doesn’t seem to have really happened yet. I go back to CPP on monday and there aren’t enough words in any tongue of man to describe the feeling I get from thinking about going back. They say the threshold for a job like this is about 18 months, but I’ve been there nearly two years. Which makes it the longest job I’ve ever had, a depressing enough fact on its own. However, there is a dim light at the end of the tunnel, a free newspaper that operates out of my village is looking for a sub-editor, and I know the graphic designer, so fingers crossed.

As well as this, it now appears that I am entering a relationship for the first time in, well, four years, during which time I have grown very accustomed to my own company, and now I discover that in that time I have developed a whole series of commitment and relationship issues, which i guess I need to sort out. It’s hardly the most traditional start to a relationship, but I’m not gonna say any more than that. It’s early days yet.

So enough of all the personal stuff, since I’ve been off I’ve been able to catch up with a lot of films, as well as get ahead of British TV on a few things. The second series of Dexter is just phenomenal, and the way it plays with conventions in such a playful, sardonic manner is something I’ve not seen before, which is why it baffles me that it has found a home in this country on ITV, the deepest hole of banality outside of Sky TV. For any yanks reading, think if the makers of Fox News decided to make entertainment programs. Yes, that bad. But anyway, it’s an ace show, and mention must also go to the surprisingly good new Terminator show, and the seventh season of Smallville (or the four episodes I have seen at any rate) which looks like it’s going to bee geek heaven with the introduction of Supergirl. The pilot of Bionic Woman was pretty much an Alias rip off, but it has potential, although it looks like the writers strike has effectively ended its run and it wont be picked up again, so it’s hard to see the point in getting too invested in it. And the only decent show this country has produced in years, Skins, is having a fantastic second season.

As for films, No Country For Old Men is every bit a beautiful, desolate and well, Coenesque as its Oscar Haul suggests, Juno is a brilliantly fragile little film with a great ensemble cast (Ellen Page is excellent, but for me film belongs to Michael Cera and Alison Janney) and Cloverfield was just great fun. I could go on, but you know, I have stuff to do.

And now for a plea. I bought a second hand PC from a guy from work, and It’s very nice, but I can’t get any sounds out of the audio sockets. I have tried reinstalling the drivers and searching for updates, but no joy. The guy who sold it said there were no prblems with it before, so I am guessing that maybe a lead got disconnected or something, but I have no idea what I am looking for. Any pointers?

So I will be back, I am not going to promise when, but I promise I will be…

Or at least, I hope so! Yes my good friends, interweb connectivity has been fully restored thanks to the arrival of my new housemate Will. I’ve been back online a few days, but its wierd how my initial compulsion was to remain anonymous, just for a few days, scouring pages to see what I’ve missed, never leaving much hint I was even there, like some kind of, well, I don’t really like where this is going, it’s a bit wierd.

Anyway, just to catch you all up, in the months that I’ve been away, precisely nothing of interest has happened to me that I can think of. Is this adulthood, one day bleeding mercilessly into the next, with nothing but TV schedules to differentiate one day from another?

I’m being quite dark. Don’t know why, I’m actually in quite a good mood. Anyway, I will be posting a lot more over the next few days, but, yeah I’m back. If you’re still paying attention, feel free to say hello. I will be emerging from the shadows soon to say hi back.

Crikey! It’s been ages since I posted, and sad to say I still have no interweb at home, although that may be resolved sooner than later. The most frustrating part is that I am finding it very hard to find a new job without being able to e-mail, access or print my CV. Bah! I need a new job rather badly, but I guess it will have to wait for a little while. I can hold on for a little while longer I guess, but it is intolerable at the moment.

Oh well. I wish I had something of greater substance to write, but I really really don’t. I’ve discovered a few new bands, most notably Minus The Bear, who are sublime. I am also reading a tremendously confusing book at the moment, Mark Thomas’ ‘As Used On The Famous Nelson Mandela.’ Confusing not in a hard to follow way, but more in a ‘this book makes me want to go and set fire to Parliament and every person involved in the arms trade but also manages to make me chuckle quite a lot’ kind of way.

Well, if I do get back online anytime soon, you lot will be the first to know, that’s if you haven’t deleted me from your RSS readers, ya bastards.

I am awaiting payday now with all the patience of a kid waiting outside a bookstore for the release of The Deathly Hallows. Days it has been out now, mocking me with its shiny revelations and secrets within. But no, I must wait unitl Friday. I was in a bookstore in central London yesterday and the urge to turn to the last page was almost irresistable. In fact, I did read the last line of the book. I’m a very bad man. It didn’t really hold any special secrets for me though thnakfully, so the surprise remains intact for now. Anyone who dares to tell me anything in the meantime faces a certain and grizzly death.

I went to Essex this weekend for my Dad’s 60th, which was a jolly old rip-roaring time. However, funds dictated I take the whole journey by coach, so I had two hours of layover in London, which was enough time for me to establish both a nostalgic tinge for my hometown, and a definite resolution never to live there again. For whilst it is pretty and sunny, and full of places like Buckingham Palace, where I saw the changing of the guard yesterday, it is also full of the most rude, insolent people on the planet, which can be split into two groups; The horrible swathes of European tourists clogging the streets, and of course, Londoners. I hate them, all apart from me.

So it looks like we’re back up and running here, and I wish I could tell you there have been portentious and significant changes in my life in the intervening period, but alas, that would be misleading in the extreme.
I think the last few months have existed in a state of everlasting tedium, punctuated by occasional bouts of excessive drinking, and more frequent and even more enjoyable visits with my lovely daughter. Oh, and I joined Facebook.
Today is a postal strike in the UK, which is good for me at work, since nobody recieved and new bank cards to activate, so it’s a relatively easy day, a welcome break from the hideousness.
I honestly wish that I had more exciting news, but from what I’ve heard, Jonic has the market covered on that account. so go read his, it’ll be better than mine.