PARADISE POSTPONED

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honour of our escaping...

So opined the Lizard King himself, in one of his weed-induced attempts at shamanistic incoherence, shortly before spinning around the stage wailing and flashing local bobbies, no doubt. But I dig his meaning, for once. My blog is a thin raft and the fact is, since I launched myself into my auto-induced sabbatical, I've found that I miss my friends (I hope I can call you friends) that have gathered here. The bit about the pyramids we can ignore.

I awake wondering if Gyppo Byard is going to reveal more about his father, the left-handed engineer. I pine for more about life as a nimble ex-stutterer in Romania, I wonder what Mrs Pouncer is chattering on about now, I'm eager to keep up with the Boyos, as part of their one- / two-handed readership. Special Brewman's series entitled Bums I Have Known (sadly/fortunately using the American meaning of the word), gets me up at the crack of dawn, to name but a scattering. Essentially, I've started something I can't finish, to quote The Smiths.

I do this often, make dramatic attempts to motivate myself into becoming something other, before realising that I was being a tired and emotional girl. My blog is no block to a new career, let's face it. Another interesting aspect is that my readership actually went up after my dramatic withdrawal from public life. There's a lesson to be learned there.

So my sabbatical was nice while it lasted, but I now plan to combine real life with my virtual one - after all, I did do a course called Adminstração do Tempo, shortly before I was fired from my job at the metallurgical factory. Maybe if I'd just paid a little more attention...