It seems I've been terribly naughty. Two whole weeks of steaming naughtiness. Or just over, if you recall the date of my last post on this blog. Yes, it's been too long, but I've been busy. With AWESOME. Before I get right down to business I just want to say a fervent thank you to the people who've joined as followers - I hope I can keep exciting you!

Man, but it feels good to be writing again. I've been editing other people's words for the last week, and while it thrills the child in me to be wielding an avenging red pen, the wordsmith braces her claws against my gut and howls as paid, published writers bludgeon her with flaccid phrases and bad grammar that hits like a carcinogenic two-by-four. Even writing that smeared a smile over my face; I think I may even have winked. It's really hard to find the mood and time to carry on with any of my writing projects outside of work - the novel's pretty involved, I can't get it up for poems like I used to, and even updating the blog has...well, my two-week interweb vacation speaks for itself. Though I adore what I'm doing at the moment at the mag, feeling the thoughts arouse my fingers and trace curves through plastic onto the page is deliciously intoxicating, indulgent as ganache and vital as bone.

And, as happens unfortunately frequently, it's only a quickie this time. I've got to get up and apply hygiene to myself in the morning before work (which I'd prefer to refer to as play, but whatever), and so I'll give you guys a brief taster of the last two weeks which I'll hopefully elaborate on later. So, in the last two weeks I have: ridden the bike around perilous London, had drinks and exchanged numbers with a fairly important fellow, exceeded the speed limit by 30% under a policeman's nose, run my bike flat out at 132mph, written my first content for the mag, got up at 7am at least once (please stifle your surprised vomit, it can impede the performance of laptops), translated 'book on sex tips' for a French girl, locked myself out of my house, watched a harrier jump jet land in my immediate vicinity, had several inappropriate dreams (I mean, it's 7 months 'til Christmas), smashed the rear brake lever off my bike by leaning too hard in a corner, been given many professional handshakes and business cards, sent the most ridiculous drunken email of my life ('WoohBooo!'), fought a man for trying to make a salad, and fucked up my toenail ironically by jumping out the back of a stationary van. Etc.

So until next time, which will hopefully be in only a day or so, I'll leave you with a bastardised written version of my appalling French translation. "Er...elle a achete un livre pour...um...elle sais...avec les garcons et les filles...dans la chambre...?" To which Shirley matter-of-factly replied, "Ah, le SEXE." Thank you, and good morning!


-the Current Cad