For my fans.

I've been told that I need to blog more. By people that regularly read my unregularly updated blog, no less. Judging by the date attributed to my last foray onto this page, they could well have a point. So, in order for them to make use of the link they have set up for me under their 'favorites' list, and because I should actually be sleeping rather than catering to their needs, here we are again at another opening paragraph.


It seems odd to think that I've been bookmarked. Naturally it's quite satisfying to know that the occasional commentary on my life is being read by someone (or some people, even) other than myself. But to have... fans, for want of a better word... it's slightly surreal. Goodness knows how I'd feel if I actually made it big in writing, or directing, or sheep shearing - I'm not sure fame and I would be particularly good bedfellows.

Like I really need to worry about that.


So, why should I be sleeping right now? It is, after all, only just past midnight, and anyone that knows me at all will be well aware that I can be quite the night owl, and hardly ever go to bed before the witching hour. My fans know this, I'm sure.

Well, the reason is that I have to be up relatively early tomorrow to catch a flight to America. Yes, again. Going to New York in March re-lit the travelling bug in me, and so I'll be spending the next week in West Virginia and Washington DC, two places I've never been before, and a welcome break from a workplace that's been crazy-busy and rather stressful in recent weeks. My brain needs a rest, and I'm hoping that when I return I'll be nicely refreshed and ready to take a firm hold of some aspects of my life that I feel I've lost control of over the last few weeks/months/years. Lately I've felt like I've lost five years of my life to absolutely nothing, so it's about time I played catch-up. Call me naive if you like, but I thought I'd try being optimistic for once.

In actual fact, when I return to the UK I'll soon be off again, visiting Prague less than two weeks later. I can't wait for that. I love Prague.

Okay, I'm really going to attempt to sleep now. I think I've written enough for those obsessed readers (hello, both of you) to be reasonably satisfied for another couple of months. Or, at the very least, until I get back from the States with stories aplenty of college life, presidential campaigns and the Yanks' take on real football. C'mon people, it's not played with the hands, the clue is in the name...