A lack of social skills.

I'm back! For now.

I've been away to write and shoot our new feature and I can safely say it has been the single most stressful period of my life so far.

And so I've returned. One thing which became very clear very quickly was that I was lacking a channel through which to vent my frustration so I have resolved to maintain a healthy flow of Internet bile (see previous post).

It's like the old medical practice of draining the four humours until they're in balance. What were they? Blood was definitely one and I have no trouble in accumulating the occasional scratch to keep that in check. Two shades of bile (one black... the other perhaps green? yellow? a perfect dusky orange?). Both varieties (whatever the colour) shall be expunged here. Obviously not physically but I'm choosing to keep it abstract. What was the other? Something minging like vomit or urine? Phlegm?

Not had hay fever at all this year.

Muse

I thought I had an ally.
I thought I had a partner.
I thought it was us against the world and I thought,
I had a friend.
But now I see it was all for you and I was just your tool.
You took from me all that you needed and made yourself look good.

But when I needed you my muse,
when I was left alone,.
I realised nothing had changed,
and I'd done everything,
on my own.