Wednesday 29th January 2020
Dear neglected, lonely Diary,
‘tis I, the houseboy, swinging by to open a belated page for the New Year. 2020 is underway. I wish any straggling pilgrims who linger here as happy a New Year as is possible in these divided and anxious times. Floods, fire, earthquakes, volcanoes and plague are rampant - and that’s the good news! Fuck knows what’s going to happen next? I say we all stock up on our favourite goodies and wait it out.
Christmas seems a long time ago now, almost like it never happened, only it did happen and I have the mental scars to prove it. Nah! I’m kidding. It was okay. Thanks to the men folk and a Bear Grylls survival guide I got through unscathed. There were skirmishes, but no actual bloodletting.
Writing wise I’m getting back on track after the Christmas recess. I wrote almost a whole paragraph this morning alone. At this speed I’ll be done by 2025, if the planet holds up, and if it doesn’t, well, at least I won’t have to suffer the embarrassment of selling only three copies (two of which will likely be returned for refunds.)
Dear neglected, lonely Diary,
‘tis I, the houseboy, swinging by to open a belated page for the New Year. 2020 is underway. I wish any straggling pilgrims who linger here as happy a New Year as is possible in these divided and anxious times. Floods, fire, earthquakes, volcanoes and plague are rampant - and that’s the good news! Fuck knows what’s going to happen next? I say we all stock up on our favourite goodies and wait it out.
Christmas seems a long time ago now, almost like it never happened, only it did happen and I have the mental scars to prove it. Nah! I’m kidding. It was okay. Thanks to the men folk and a Bear Grylls survival guide I got through unscathed. There were skirmishes, but no actual bloodletting.
Writing wise I’m getting back on track after the Christmas recess. I wrote almost a whole paragraph this morning alone. At this speed I’ll be done by 2025, if the planet holds up, and if it doesn’t, well, at least I won’t have to suffer the embarrassment of selling only three copies (two of which will likely be returned for refunds.)
So, there you are my 2020 diary, you are no longer a virgin. I have written upon your page and will now move on and do other stuff. As per usual I will use this space to say thank you to those who have emailed. Best wishes to all, be well and if you see a coronavirus then leg it quick in the opposite direction.