Guess Who’s Back?

Ok, so you would be forgiven for thinking that I had all but abandoned this sorry stream of verbal diarrhoea (for some reason I’m surprised that I can actually spell diarrhoea without needing to spell check it. While I’m doing that annoying tangent thing I do, can I call it “verbal diarrhoea” since it’s not verbal per se? Ok, back to the main point). By some happy coincidence, it seems that it’s been exactly five months since I wrote here. Jakob Nielsen would be spinning in his grave… if he were dead that is (what is the live person’s equivalent of spinning in a grave?). Anyway…

I know I said I’d make an effort to write more frequently but work kind of took over my life… which is part of the reason why I left. Regular readers of my Docklands column will know that I left my position as Sub-Editor at Asian Woman Magazine at the end of January. It was a tough decision as I enjoyed the work but it really didn’t leave much time for anything else, up to and including sleeping, eating and writing. I’m not kidding – I’ve been without a washing machine since last August because I’ve been either too busy or too exhausted to buy one and wait for the installation people to come round. I’ve spent seven months hand-washing clothes on an ad-hoc triage kind of basis. Last weekend, I realised that everything was dirty, which really wasn’t healthy for my state of mind. I managed to persuade a friend to drive me to a local launderette – Hanif Kureishi may have had a beautiful one but jeesus, the rest of the world’s launderettes must be the most depressing places on Earth. I had kinda hoped the visit would bring back happy childhood memories offset by the smell of warm, fresh clothes but instead it reminded me of poverty offset by ammonia. Anyway, see what I mean about tangents?

My point is, I was stupidly busy so please forgive me for my lameness. To my credit, there is a new(ish) portfolio section which hopefully made a visit to the site worth your time. I will be writing here more often. And writing more in general but more about that in my next entry.

But, yes, I’m back and I promise it won’t take me another five months to write here again. Last tangent before I go (as a result of me using ‘won’t’ in the last sentence): if don’t is ‘do not’, shouldn’t ‘won’t’ be ‘willn’t’? And don’t get me started on ‘ain’t’, I mean what on Earth is ‘ai not’ anyway? Am I being weird? I’m being weird. Ok, I’m going.