Monday 01 September 2003

Start again

Well here we go, attempt at keeping an online journal thingymawhatsit, um, v. 36.1.  Well, maybe not that many ... but there have been a couple of iterations, namely A Mere Bagatelle, which never really got off the ground owing to techie problems and even more boring life crises (nb: I still hate the UK Immigration Department).  However in spite of my total lack of ongoing-ness on this project, I found I missed writing the almost-daily dribble, call it cheap therapy or general whingeing; plus sharing rambles about books and food and cooking and all that.

Apart from a few minor formatting changes and tweaking, everything else is pretty much as was; the links to the left are pretty much self-explanatory, or you can head over to About if you want any more details about Hootenanny in general, or me in particular.

I figure the main thing here and now, is to bring you up to date since my last semi-entry (archives to be up and running again soon);-

·     Tuxedo (previous pseudonym; Sam) and I are now living together in Perth, Western Australia, having moved from Belfast, Northern Ireland.  There was a period of four months where I was here and he was back over there, finishing work projects and tying up such loose ends as tend to occur when ripping up roots, selling and moving house etc.  Those four months were hell, and I didn't even have internet access.

·     We're very very happy and blissful and goo-ey to be back together after that enforced separation, despite slight glitches including having to live with my parents, not having any money, going through the visa thing yet again -Tuxedo's turn this time - yaddayadda.

·     The physical state remains up shit creek, etc etc etc.  I have been trying to get back into gym and exercise programmes, but ever-increasing cycles of ongoing and episodic pain (and correlating increasing cocktails of whup-ass medications) tend to stop such endeavours in their tracks.  I've started a physical rehab./therapy programme at one of the hospitals here, of which I hope to have hopes, if that makes sense.  And yes, I still get down and angry and frustrated and pissy at having to put up with this stupid condition and its restraints.

·     No I am not working.  Can't.  See above.  Have been advised by numerous parties (professional and personal) to apply for Disability Support Allowance.  I know I have a case, but my goddamn pride makes me resist ...

So that's it for now - hope you come along for the ride - with luck, it won't be so much the train wreck this time round.  If it looks like getting that way, tell me to lighten up, okay?

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