They say there's a time and place for everything. Well, honestly, I think this isn't it. We're all victims of a global financial meltdown one way or the other and it caught us at a time when we weren't even thinking of pulling our pants up, let alone the socks. It's good to know that people who read me are still around and even though I'm not the most committed one here -- it's good to know that you have your priorities cut out and stretched. I can start by telling you that life is fucked up. But then that's what I always say, maybe in different words though and you seem to have got that well covered. As a writer, I have writerly pains. It's like arthritis but I won't tell you where it hurts the most. I feel embittered mostly but life has a strange way of humouring you, even if you're out there to axe your feet. I am well behaved though. The trouble is that apart from my use of prepositions and my unique subsets of attention span -- all's pretty cool. I'm around. I still keep a sharp look at you. I just know how to get my kicks!