The search continues...
Well.. the search for 'me' has taken a slight change in direction, as I suddenly realised I did not disappear in one fell swoop, it took time, it took events and people to slowly chip away at me over the course of two decades. This is a little disconcerting though as now I realise I could be scattered far and wide.
At least a quarter of me must be languishing in a pool of chocolate watching box sets of The West Wing and Little House On The Prairie..
While another quarter of me is swimming in a glass of tequila in a rundown shack somewhere totally off the grid, hogging the karaoke and giving endless renditions of Don't Rain On My Parade to old men in brown overcoats!
What the other half of me is doing God only knows.. although rather unsavoury visions of me in a g-string, amidst bright lights.. and hanging precariously from a pole, and a whiff of sweat laden baby oil and the sound of drunken jeers fill my imagination.
