P'raps Later

I can't bring myself to put this all down into words just yet, so bear with me while I beat about the bush a bit. I am currently living in London. Somewhere I have not been for any length of time since 1992 when I first set off 'to see the world'. Now in my 30's and yet still living in the same financial straits that I was in back then, I am still in the same type of accommodation and living on the same tight budget. This time around things are a little less exciting. I stay in a London Hostel. I pay £84.00 per week for a bed in a shared room. If I lie on my bed with my arms outstreched, I can touch the beds on either side of me. Shared bathrooms, shared kitchen, shared TV lounge and the associated issues; people who can't pee straight, people who can't puke straight, people who flood the floor when they shower because they don't like the way the cheap slimy curtain clings to them in the tiny showers. There are the people who help themselves to others' food; people who pace the corridor having loud phone conversations; People who get drunk and then think the sober ones will be impressed by their loutish behaviour when they stagger into a TV room full of people watching something. (Funny that, there is ALWAYS some dickhead who will do that and chicks can be especially bad. Like we think they are sexy and cute because they are pissed and now we are going to pay them extra attention.Mind you, that is probably the state they have been in every time they have had a new sexual partner, though.) Oh dear, I could rant on for ages, but I won't. You get the picture. I am alone in London trying to make a new start and trying to live within my means.

Self- Counseling

It is a New Year and a time for a new idea and a new project. This, for me would be this blog. This is my first go at a blog. I have been inspired to do it by a life-altering experience. Nothing really dramatic. Nothing that hasn't, I am sure, happened to the majority of, say 30+ adults in the world. But something that nonetheless will have served as a turning-point in one's ideas of trust and a loss of an innocence that we perhaps did not realise that we still had.
Bear with me. As this is my first blog attempt, it will appear a little fumbling. Also, because this is a bit of self-counseling, an attempt at catharsis, it may also be a bit rambling and disjointed. My approach to a story or an explanation can often be a little long-winded at the best of times.