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Me, sporting the natural look

Chances are that if you’rereading this pile of pish you want to know what I’m up to these days. Merrily,not much. I’m a regular Barbara Cartland of a Kraken these days, swathed inpuce chiffon while barking utter shite from my chaise longue. Short story isthat the black dog of depression bit me on the arse in April 2010. Problem wasthat the flea-bitten bastard gnawed on me until my plot was well ntruly lost, I became a psychiatric patient and I rattled with joyous amounts ofmedication.   

That’s when I chuckedin freelance journalism.  Not an easydecision because, frankly, I was good at it. But honestly, if I had to crawl upthe arse of one more fucking editor, prattle with one more PR or chase yet another late payer (you stingy shits know who you are) I was going to be even less responsible for my actions than Ialready was.  And I speak as someone who alreadytakes anti-psychotics.

Now? Well, I’m almostrecovered although still nicely medicated. I have my hobbies – dressmaking,  learning to play the piano, reading (I’m likean extra from Pride n Frigging Prejudice) – and may have to addblogging to that list of keep-me-off-the-street activities too. Let’s see howthat last one goes though, eh?