Well really...

... a spanking fresh new blog to fill with my trivialities and already signs of under-enthusiasm and tardy behaviour. But that's what we vanishing hamsters do - when the pressure gets too much we go and hide; either back to bed or if the danger is too great we skip off, fast as you like on stubby little legs and escape over the border to Mexico. It's where most escaped hamsters end up y'know - they like the climate and the night-life.

I digress (which will be pretty standard in this blog). What I wanted to do was give you a little snippet or two (don't worry - it won't hurt, much) of information about me. Some of you complusive blog readers may know me from my zany escapades in the House of Orange. You'll remember that I am a bubbly care-free lazy student, much happier to sun myself on a Californian beach than do anything remotely like work. Well the times they are a-changing buddy. I am now an under-employed and under-appreciated graduate in that fearsome arena called the World of Work. I am a graduate in a stupid job that any monkey with a couple of GCSE's could do with his eyes closed, and I swear, most of my colleagues are not on the same evolutional scale as me. Worse still this job is, on the whole, easy money so I'm satisfied to stay for the time being. I'm never the one to push myself or challenge myself if I can avoid it, so I'm stuck in a home-made rut.

It's not all bad news though, far from it. While my social life has all but disappeared - the few friends left the area when they graduated and who wants to hang out with colleagues? - my love life has gone from strength to strength. Co-habitation is a struggle sometimes but's it's all worth it to have someone to come home to who really cares, and he does y'know. I am lucky because I know that where I lay my head really is home - Dibbie's name is on the mortgage. So I have security - emotional and physical - which is a blessing.

And yet I get so stressed. It manifests itself in a crazy assortment of physical symptoms and I feel like there's nothing I can do to get rid of it. Managing it is a daily struggle...

But more on that another time - talking about it just stesses me out. And I have to leave you with a 'to be continued' or else you'd never come say hi again, what with such blog competition as the fabulous life of a gay in London or the fabulous life of a call-girl in London (one and the same, perhaps?!). So I bid you a fond farewell for the time being, and hope you'll come back. I will have links and pictures and all that good shiznit too, in time.

And with that, the hamster vanishes...