Thy Flesh Consumed

Well, here it is folks, my very first blog entry. I can hardly contain my indifference. I suppose I should start by welcoming you all, but that would just be a cliché, right? So, instead, I shall ask you why exactly it is that you’re so interested in what I have to say. I am, after all, just another bloke. Comments on this are welcome and you may air your thoughts using the link just down there.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, I’ll get down to it…

Since this is the first ever entry, it makes no sense to tell you what’s happened before today ‘cause that would just prompt a load of questions involving the history of my tales and that can become awfully tiresome… Also, I may run into some continuity issues, and that’s best avoided if at all possible. Heaven knows I have enough trouble keeping track of my life as it is.

Right, so I got in this morning after a rather uninteresting evening last night having just stayed at a certain lady friend’s house (more on her later, I’m sure) and as ever, I’m faced with something of a quandry. I mean, I love the girl, don’t get me wrong, but after what I did to her last time, why is she even contemplating a relationship with me again? The mind boggles… Anyhoo, I sit here now wondering whether I’m doing the right thing by her, and myself, in this whole sorry situation. And then, of course, there’s always the whole “Charlotte Issue” the details of which will become apparent in due course…

Anyway, I’m now sitting in Outpost 10 Forward, as I so often do, enjoying the second official day of my week’s holiday and waiting for the aforementioned lady to come and get me so we can go out for a drink. Yay. And yet again, Jon, a good friend to all of us, is going to be there too. Now, it’s not that I don’t like the guy, I do, really, it’s just that I’d like to have a little time to myself with said young lady and enjoy the finer things in a stable relationship. Not that this relationship is by any means stable, you understand..? I digress. Now I shall be forced to endure his mindless chatter and idle musings in his familiar, and not particularly pleasing, Birmingham accent, which, by the way, is becoming increasingly difficult to understand…

And so, I’m going to leave you for a while and grit my teeth through another episode of “The Love Triangle". I’ll no doubt be back later to update this, but until such time, be happy, it’s the only thing left to keep you sane. I’m a lost cause as far as that goes…