Hello.
My name is Flash & I'm a blogaholic.
I tried to quit, I have really tried hard to abstain but it gnawed away at me.
I would lie there in bed at night composing posts about the day that had just passed. I would see a movie & immediately start reviewing it in my head for the benefit of nobody in particular. I'd have random thoughts & careless memories that I wanted to share with the world. I'd hear a lyric & think "Ooh, that would make a good post title if I was blogging about my first car". I would wistfully think back to a time when all it took were a few comments to brighten my day.
Throughout all these mental ticks & spasms, I stayed resolute. I was free from the shackles of the blog & I was strong enough to keep it that way. On top of all this I was unable to get online, no connection at home & no connection at work;virtual rehab. The sherry cupboard was well and truly locked & I was kept at a safe distance from temptation.
How quickly it all unravelled.
Work got the broadband back on.
At first I just had a look, like a smoker who is trying to kick the habit would stand with the smokers outside the pub. I got too close, I could smell it. Then I thought it would be harmless enough if I just left a comment or two here & there. "No, really I'm just going to have a couple of drags, that's all"
And now here I am opening a full pack of 20 & smoking like a trooper sat upon a chimney.
Figuratively speaking.
In other words; I'M BACK! BACK! YES, YES, BACK!!!
Now I do realise that you may well be reading this thinking "Back? I didn't even know you'd gone! Who the hell are you anyway?"
Well, let me tell you who the hell I am...
I'm Flash.
I'm 38 years old & my hair is waging a slow yet relentless two-pronged assault on my dignity.
I live in the quintessential crap little town in the middle of England, though I was born & raised in Wakefield, West Yorkshire. (Actually I was born in Doncaster)
I have an eight year old son whom I could not love more if I tried.
I work in a Children's care home & I've never been so happy in all my working life as I am now.
I have a lovely girlfriend who I have been with for 2 and a half years.
I drive a P reg, silver Ford Escort which has recently started rattling.
I am perpetually shit with money, as if cursed at a young age to eternal near-destitution.
I am rabidly passionate about music & consider myself to be a reasonably talented singer/songwriter.
I always title my posts with lyrics from songs, today's is taken from "The clown prince of misery"; track 8 on my recently "released" album, "Backlash", which I will no doubt shamelessly plug in forthcoming posts.
I have developed a love for travel over recent years & part of my heart remains in the wonderful French city of Lyon.
I also love football & my team is Leeds United.
I adore Star Wars & Star Trek but that doesn't make me a geek.
I have learned some hard lessons from previous blogs and will no longer be writing about my personal life in any kind of detail. (For those of you who know what has gone on over the last few years, may I just tell you that all appears to be well with my friends, to the point where I have been asked to be best man at their nuptials later this year. I KNOW!!!)
Now I could go on & on but no amount of listmaking will get across this simple fact...
I'm ace, me!
And I'm BACK!
