Have been slightly scattered of late, and although I could put this down to work issues and the sense of being absofuckinglutely fucking confused; so confused in fact that I could barely function but I think its just me being generally a bit shit. (I shall stop with the vulgarity now).

Said events will remain confidential, unless of course you are one of my clan, one of those who call every night, one of my neighbours, one of my neighbours friends, or a lad I met in the mess called King Shen.

Emotional outpour is good for what ails you.

We categorize people, all of us do; which is actually kind of ironic because we get pissed off when people do it to us. Example: 'Himbo' category - the slightly brainless men with no insights whatsoever on anything. Have yet to name this category for bland, wholesome, no skeletons-in-the-closet-type. But hey, where would the stories come from?

Yes, unaccountably confused. Perhaps its the people. Perhaps the morality. Perhaps the friendship. Perhaps the fact that there were great stories shared.