Tut, Tut… and again Tut.

Posted by zeno on May 19, 2010

It has been a while and I do apologise, dear reader, that I have neglected you. I’ve used this place to experiment with dialogue and “steam of consciousness” writing (yes, I meant “steam”) and it hasn’t been an entertaining ride, particularly. But here I am full of the joys and brim-full of words to share, so let’s begin.

We have a new government in the UK that partly fills me with dread for the future, but concurrently gives me hope that things are really changing. Maybe even for the better. I think Cameron and Clegg may well be just what the UK needs at this point in time. Certainly conservative rule from London will stimulate the Scots to think about the Maggie Thatcher years and consider our future as part of a nation that has completely different needs and wants from its bigger sister, and so it should. We don’t think for ourselves nearly enough. Independence? I think it’s a viable option. I think it may incur temporary hardships for the citizens of our new nation, along with confusion and the pain of change, but I firmly believe it would ultimately help us to stand again with pride as Scotsmen and Scotswomen and reinvent the world in our own image, rather than the other way around. But that’s just what I think.

Twitter, what’s that all about, eh? At first I dismissed it as a fad but it really has taken over the world, hasn’t it? I am @zzzeno for anyone who wants to follow ‘my’ Twitter feed. I must say I have been sucked right in and have been exchanging tweets with all sorts of luminaries from Carrie Fisher to Rosanne Cash, Simon Mayo and millions more. I know that it’s all lighthearted nonsense, but it really does make me feel like I am hobnobbing with the luminaries. Restrain me someone, please.

In my absence from the blogging world I have been thinking loads, talking even more and having all sorts of crushing blows delivered. I turned fifty this year, in January, and since my announcement that “This is going to be the BIGGEST year so far”, I have discovered that I have a spine like a corkscrew thanks to a crushed T9 vertebra and osteoporosis (I’m an honorary old lady) and I just ran out of job, unexpectedly.

“How could that happen?”, I hear you ask,
“What, the osteoporosis?”, I answer,
“No, the job, you twat!”, you reply with genuine bonhommie.

Well, it’s a long and complicated story that involves several immense egos, a crushing political regime, more acronyms that you can shake a stick at and a disappointing lack of respect for human beings. Suffice to say that two weeks from now I shall be unemployed. Or I shall have a new job. Or something in between. Or maybe the old job, who the fyck knows?

Did you notice my new word up there… “fyck”? I rather like it, “fyck”, “fycking”, “fycker”, “fycked”, it has a sort of Norse elegance about it, doesn’t it?

I could go on, but I know your patience is limited and I know you now have other fish to fry. I’m not your “significant other blogger” any more. But I promise, dear reader, I promise I shall win your heart once more…