Reintroduction

"In five years time" Noah And The Whale prefixed something about love that I can't remember at the minute. It is fairly long considering what can happen, especially the parts that need writing but somehow don't make it into print because I'm Too Fucking Busy(C). For the people/person insane enough to try to get to my old account that hasn't been updated since January 2004 (thanks, by the way), I'll do the most pertinent news first:

* My original email account was Teh H4XX0RD by a sex-site bot sometime in 2006, mailshotting at least one family member with promises of the hottest nubile ladies to come out of the former Soviet Union, many of whom are by now likely strung-out, dead or in a Midlands massage parlour. Thus .com migrated to .co.uk, without mishap so far.

* BCFC was left hanging in the middle of their longest winning streak for many a decade, halting not long after my last post due to a cruel 1-0 loss at Sheffield Wednesday; made it to the Mil Stad after turning over Hartlepool, then folding like a pair of threes thus costing Danny Wilson his job. Brian Tinnion took over, fell short of the POs on his first attempt, got canned after a 7-1 humping against Swansea. Gary Johnson arrived and after 1.5 seasons FINALLY got us promoted, and bloody well almost got us promoted again the following year. Now residing in the Championship in our third year things are going pretty swell at the moment. Well-run, fairly-well managed, dreams of making the top tier for the first time since I was born.

* Wrestling? sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, so much pain. Two months after my last writ, Chris Benoit finally scaled the mountain to win the World championship, and celebrated in the ring with his peer and friend Eddie Guerrero. Nineteen months later Eddie is dead, Eighteen after that Benoit as well- after turning his brain to piss due to an insane amount of chairshots, diving headbutts and Rolling Germans he killed his wife and child before hanging himself on his home gym. The only 'crime' on our part so far is, as always, to think that wrestling can't get any blacker. Somewhere Back In Time a seance of a different kind was held along with Paul Heyman, the result led to two damn good ECW revival shows, and then peeps got greedy enough to bring it back full-time and then pour Vince-brand mineral water over the good stuff. Nowadays 90% of the proper ECW is looking for work while the show is used to let the League One of the WWE have a run-out while whoring the other two brands, all with less time than either of them. Still good at times, don't get me wrong, but it's yet more Vince TV appreciated far more outside than in. Vince is still sixty-going-on-six, Cena is sickening to the eyes as before and Reyreyreyreyrey's 619 is played out completely.

* I got a job, doing data entry for an Asbestos consultancy. I'm still there today, underpaid, overworked yada yada. My only aspirations at the minute are to keep going, yearn for slightly better money and learn how to stop wasting time... ... ... fuck.

* Speaking of that, still single and looking. Preferably female, preferably human, preferably fiscally adept. If you're at least two of the three please apply at the new address. In any case MUST be able to teach how to iron shirts and trousers.

* Joined a gym in October 2004, have wavered between one and two stone lighter since. Repeated attempts to get a regular programme going have met with failure for various reasons, amongst them a grinding dislike of being out more than two nights running- Mon/Wed/Fri is the best approach but stuff tends to happen on Tuesdays, so yours truly has to juggle. Supplements are also a pain to manage as quantities sufficient to aid the process prove to be somewhat expensive.

* From the Rhetorical Statement Desk: addicted to internet muck way too much. I'll leave it at that.

* I seem to have formed a mild obsession with death, or at least the concept of The Afterlife and how it might work. Not enough to put pen/pencil to paper, but enough to dwell on immortality and how it might be a pain in the arse at times. Wouldn't you get bored of living forever? Can you still die, yet wake up the next day and not remember a thing? Is it possible to do everything a human can possibly do and remember it all? Would heaven spent with your friends turn them to enemies, or vice versa? Does God demand infinite adoration, or would He prefer us exactly the way we are? Is it even remotely possible to find a milkshake better than McDonald's that isn't laughably overpriced? Or am I just a cheapskate with too many questions?

That's it for now I guess. Will definitely try to keep up with this as I find stuff that hopefully isn't too inane as life goes on. Out.