Post-parting

Earl's court, Friday night. The air is crisp and with an autumnal bite. Just in time for bonfires really as up to now it has been a bit humid, and not very mellow fruitfulness etc. I am about to meet up with old chums for a hard session of karaoke and cola-pop.

My lady love has parted to foreign lands for a long stint, and so too have we parted. A split because after five years we have to spend yet more apart, and we weren't ready to tie the knot... So we are apart, in order to grow as people, find our true inner selves and so on, possibly each other again sometime in the future. Well, here's hoping.

What news besides? No further musings on street speak of the 'younger generation' i'm afraid readers, henceforth I shall leave that in the trusty hands of Daily Mail columnists, god love 'em. Instead I am occupied by trying to sort m life out and get a job, as well as do a job - some to show for all this.