how shall I compare thee

I’m bad.

I haven’t read anyone, or written a thing for what seems like weeks.

Unfortunately there are times when you have a choice to either do it or write about it? And I feel a little like “man in a suitcase” at the moment. Not that I’m complaining, I just feel like a bit of a boob for not sharing it is all.

So just in brief for the moment: I’ve been to New York and met friends. Met friends and made friends I hope, (though I’m afraid that may be a moot point with Melissa and Kristie). I’ve been hugged (and remarkably hugged back) by Jessica, met some remarkable people including Jen and Brando - please don’t ask me to do links for the moment, I will I promise when my body clock allows me to tell my arse from my elbow.



(Melissa quite likes a beer!)













I left a particular (yes you! and I can say that becaus you'll never read this) part of my heart in New York, and various bits of other organs including my kidneys and liver in a state of destitution. I never really learnt that very grown up trick of enjoying one's self in an adult way, in moderation. I’ve always had a child like capacity for fascination with something enjoyable, if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing to excess. So despite making it around all of the major landmarks and visiting the Met, the Guggenheim and the Museum for Modern Art, I also managed to fall dead asleep in Central Park for 3 hours and slightly longer than that on the subway. I arrived back in my room after “TequilaCon” at somewhere after 9am on the next day.

I took a horse drawn carriage ride around Times Square with a complete stranger and a jug of vodka martinis at midnight. I cannot remember her name, or in fact any details, and I’m sure she will have blanked them from her memory. I’ve been to Harlem, by mistake, walked higgledy piggledy like a lost boy down back streets (I didn’t do it on purpose Mel and Kristie - if I’d got the messages I would have appreciated the help).




If someone could tell me who this is I would be eternally grateful (please ask her if she has my bloody ‘phone)…













And I’ve been an utter rotter as a dad too. The boys were liberated from the kennels for 48 hours before they were deposited again. (Long enough for a trip to the vet and the good news is that Charlie’s eye is looking slightly better).

At the moment I’m in Houston, it’s 10.30pm, which means 4.30am at home, I think, so if this post makes little sense then at least it’s short…

…and to quote a young lady after I asked, “how was it for you?”

“mercifully brief” she replied.