That Warm Happy Feeling

You know sometimes you just wake up and feel happy, confident and content? Yeah, I know it doesn’t happen very often lol, but it happens every now and then… =D And when you do it sets you up for the day =D

I woke up around 11am which is nice after getting up around 6am every morning during the week. Then I just lay snuggled up with Ted & John (my long term bed partners lol - teddy bears =D) in my nice soft warm bed for about an hour and watched the patterns on the wall and the curtains lol. Look here they are - Ted’s the one with the scarf and John’s the one who is 27 years old and showing it ha ha, unlike the gorgeous bloke in the background who is 27 and obviously doesn’t look a day over 20 ha ha ha =D

When I got up I just had such a feeling of confidence and fullness. I know it sounds weird to describe it but that’s how I felt. One of those feelings when you think you can do anything and be happy about it…

It may be a combination of my detox (almost a fortnight with no alcohol lol) and my not being in Newc anymore - who knows. I say not being being Newc because it can’t be just being in Edinburgh because for the past two weeks I haven’t really seen much of it: Home - Work - Home lol. That’s going to change soon enough, I have to actually go out and see the city eventually!! ha ha

So now I’m lounging on my bed writing on here, talking to a few people on MSN and Skype, texting a few people from the laptop and listening to my favourite playlist - Goo Goo Dols, Razorlight, Arctic Monkeys, and then a few videos like Beyonce, Pink and more Razorlight lol. Look there I am:

I know - I’m a poser and I so need a shave lmao just thought a little colour on here as opposed to just text ha ha =D Actually I don’t look too perky on that photo do I? ha ha. Oh well, face - bothered? ha ha

Anyway, as you may have guessed I didn’t really have anything to say in this post, just wanted to post something and my happy perky mood was the only thing that came to mind ha ha.

And the rest of the night? Well definitely having a shave ha ha. Probably watch a few movies, maybe study a little bit while I’m feeling receptive to it. It’s probably a good thing I can’t go out on the piss tonight - Every time I go out when I’m feeling like this I end up drinking way way too much and pulling some random. I know sounds good on paper lmao but it would undo a lot of the work I’ve done over the past few weeks. Anyway, going out next weekend. Bailey’s coming up from home to spend a night or two and we’re going out in Edinburgh. I’ve promised him that I will get drunk which isn’t like me lol, but he says every time we go out together he gets drunk and I act all sensible and stay sober-ish ha ha. So let’s see that detox go completely down the drain next weekend ha ha ha

Oh, and finally found this on YouTube and absolutely love it.

In fact, if you look at some of the other stuff that these guys do in plugging their video etc it's all really cool =D

Anyway, that’s pretty much it for the minute. Will have to see about going to get some food and another pack of tabs ha ha. (This was quite a queer post wasn’t it lmao.)

Talk to you soon kids, take care =D xx

“Who? What? Where?” - Part 1, The Flat

Hi kids, so yeah. Where am I living atm??

Obviously when I got this job in Edinburgh I had to get somewhere fairly sharpish. As such, the location of my bachelor pad leaves something to be desired lol. So what you can see on the map: The central pin is Edinburgh city centre (for those who need it pointed out – I know you’re out there! lmao); The left-most pin is where my flat is and; the Northern most pin is where I work… So yeah not the most convenient of locations but it’s gotten me out of Newcastle and out of travelling to and from, and living with the Trolloc and… well let’s just say, it’s a definite improvement!! =D

I found the flat on GumTree – I had really wanted to find a city centre flat and applied for a few all the ones in my price range were not free for another few weeks and I really couldn’t hack commuting any longer. This flat was cheap and the guy seemed decent enough on the phone so I went for it. I’m not on a fixed contract or anything so if I only want to stay here for a couple of months that’s fine =D We’ll see how the finances go and if I can find anything nicer (and closer to town/work) and see how it goes from there…

Anyway, it takes me about 40 mins on the bus to get into town and unfortunately the only bus I can get into work doesn’t go directly there so I have to get a bus which goes from mine, into town and then up to Leith Docks where I work… The whole journey takes about 1hr 20mins, not helped by the fact that the whole city centre is in the process of having trams being built so traffic is as slow getting anywhere as a fat man in a sauna =D

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I want to get a bike (amazing how many people cycle EVERYWHERE in Edinburgh but then again if it takes over an hour to get anywhere because of the traffic it really makes sense lmao) with work’s Bike Loan Scheme, have seen some real beauties on the web… When I get a bike I’ll be able to cut out the mass detour the bus takes and should be able to do the journey in about half an hour =D

The flat itself reminds me of the second flat I had in Poland – cosy and homely, even though it looks as though it hasn’t been decorated since the 60’s (and probably hasn’t lol), even has a balcony out the front, not that I’ll be having breakfast on it like I did in the summer in Glogow ha ha

Getting here the night I moved in was fully nightmare. I’d had a fantastic night out the night before in Newcastle, ranging from the Jazz bar with Maestro to the Scene with various peoples, to the Sauna, eventually getting back the hotel I was staying at by central around 6.30 am =D Anyway, I digress… Yeah, I’d planned to get into Edinburgh around 6.30ish (pm, not the same time I was leaving the sauna!! ha ha) but when I went to the station there was engineering works going on so all the trains were being re-routed via Carlisle – making a 1.5hrs journey take almost 4… Eventually I got into Waverly and went to get a taxi to Clermiston where my flat is – no idea where it was, not knowing the city centre very well much less the outlying suburbs lol. So get into a taxi and the taxi driver, while being a very nice talkative guy has no idea where the street I’m going to is. So after he’s driven around for a while I say ‘Look mate, I know it’s round here somewhere. I’ll just get out here and give my mate a call…’ So I get out and the phone my mum’s recently given me decides that it doesn’t want my Orange SIM card anymore and that it’s going to lock itself.

So. I’m standing in the middle of god knows where, pitch black (around 9pm-ish) and I have to root around in my stuff for my old phone switch SIMs and call my new flat mate.

My new flatmate (The Chef I call him – well not as much to his face but you know I don’t like names on here: you never know when people want to Google themselves ha ha lmao =D) is Scottish but not from Edinburgh and doesn’t know the area that well either… OK, so I walk for a bit in the general direction I think I should be going in. There’s no-one around so Ii can’t ask anyone for directions ha ha

Eventually I get to a main road and have no idea where to go next. I give the chef another call and describe where I am and what I can see – great way to start off with flatmate ha ha. He says he thinks he knows, but isn’t sure. He’ll come to where he thinks I am to collect me. Long story short (shortish), I’ve made my way to just round the corner so we walk back. Thank god for that!! ha ha

The flat itself is a third story, two bed room place. It’s not massive but definitely big enough for two people. The living room is pretty big and my bedroom has two single beds in it and more than enough room to swing a cat =D In fact I think my bedroom is about the size of the Trolloc’s whole flat, but that doesn’t mean much… lol

And lastly, the Chef. He’s about 24, not sure what he does for a living… ha ha ha, joking: He’s an engineer. No kidding again, he actually is a chef. Currently doing relief work for an agency so get’s only the hours he wants/needs which is pretty decent. Decent guy, smokes a lot of weed, takes about girls and tits incessantly, but decent nonetheless. I figure he wouldn’t take too kindly to my being a receiver of swollen goods but, despite what a lot of people on the scene say, I’m not that obvious lol. I just make sure that I either only tell him the stories of my being with women (yes, I have been with women..! ha ha) or I use the poetic justice of calling gay men ‘she’, ‘her’ etc ha ha ha Not exactly lying, but even if I do come out to him, which I may not, we’ll see, it won’t be until he’s known me for a while and finds out that I’m just a normal guy. I’ve found with younger, wilder, more openly “homophobic” guys like him, that they tend not to be homophobic at all, they’ve just never met a gay man who isn’t a complete screaming queen… When I worked at Brewin, one of my mates there, the Mackem, was always openly homophobic. When he found out I was gay, almost a year after having known me and been out drinking with me most nights of the week he looked at me for about 30 seconds and said “wey, you’re a sound bloke. OK then” and that was that. The chef reminds me a lot of the mackem. Not so much that I’m going to jeopardise a comfortable living environment in case he is stupidly homophobic but that’s beside the point. It’s not as though I’m bringing guys back or anything, so despite not being ashamed or anything, there’s no reason for him to know… ha ha ha. He’s a quite pleasant flat mate, so I’m happy enough. Christ I’d take the Chef over the Trolloc any day!!

Btw, had a call from the Trolloc today. Wouldn’t have answered it but it was from a withheld number so didn’t know who it was. Supposedly he and the Imp had a major falling out last night (we knew it was coming) and the Trolloc spent the night in a cell for going at the Imp with a knife… I’m not sure if I feel sorry for him or not, well yes I dom but they’re both as bad as each other. It’s just that one of them is more violent about it than the other and violence is one thing I can’t stand.

So yeah, that’s my living arrangements at the moment. As I said at the beginning, not sure how long I’ll be staying at this place – we’ll see how it goes but at least until the end of January… I’m spending a lot of time in the flat at moment, especially given the financial situation atm (although intend not to go out much during the week anyway… let’s see how that goes… =D) so I’m glad it’s a pleasant enough place to be =D

Sitting in the living room right now, the Chef’s sitting on the couch, texting some bird he’s after, the aroma of grass still in the air. A Steven Segal movie’s on the large TV and I’m lounging in my armchair, legs over one arm, netbook in my lap….

Yes, very pleasant, very comfortable, a million miles away from the oppressive, depressing nightmare of the last year… =D =D

Right, it’s my turn to make the tea, so I’m off to put the kettle on lmao =D. I’ll post the next instalment (probably about the job…) soon. Might intersperse it with something else so I don’t get bored (not bothered whether you lot do or not ha ha ha), dunno – we’ll have to just wait and see… (I know what you’re thinking – again with the suspense..! ha ha Well that’s what good writers do man, and me ha ha ha)

Wow, that was a long post ha ha ha - just like the good old days =D

Talk to you soon kids, take care =D xx

“Who? What? Where?” Part 0, The Preface lmao

Life is full of so many little questions that can have little answers but more often than not, longer and more in depth answers are so much more fulfilling.

For example you could ask, “Who I am living with?” – Pertinent question I suppose.

I could answer:-

• ‘My flatmate’ (a slightly facetious response…).
• ‘The Chef’, my nickname for him (a more useful, but slightly non-descriptive response).
• ‘A slightly cute but very straight Scottish guy who smokes way too much weed’ lmao. Now, which was the more fulfilling response? Oh yes, long and waffley (that’s the adjective derived from waffle by the way ha ha) is much better. Indeed, one of the reasons why I write this blog..! ha ha ha

Well, for those boring buggers who don’t agree, here’s your bit:

1. Where are you living? Clermiston, Edinburgh

2. What are you doing? Data Management for the Scottish division of the Energy Savings Trust

3. Have you met any nice people yet? Yes

4. Happy you moved to Edinburgh? Yes

5. Why do you seem so perky today? Still can’t believe the nightmare’s over lmao

Ok, that was the precis, now for the Arthur Answers =D So, this is what the first c. month has been in Edinburgh

You know what I started writing the next bit and soon realised that there’s way too much for one post here – Think about it, you see most blogs only this much for a whole post and this is just the intro!! (God, I waffle a lot!! ha ha). So I’ll break it up into smaller bits lmao =D I wouldn’t like to have to cut my digressions short!!!!! That just wouldn’t do!!

So I’ll post this as is and then have Parts 2, 3, 4 ad infinitum to follow ha ha =D I’ll tag them all the same too so for the truly intrigued of you can find the related posts lol. (you never know there may be one interested person. ha ha ha. Ok, probably not… lol)

Well, made a quick start on Part 1, The Flat - (Sounds like a horror staring some big breasted SMG wannabe doesn’t it, ha ha) – so will post that tomorrow. Going to bed now lol =D Do you really really think you can handle the suspense?? ha ha. How do you keep an idiot in suspense? I’ll tell you tomorrow =D

Take care kids, talk to you tomorrow xx =D xx

The heights of fame!!!

Shortest post every but was just surfing blogspot and found...

Someone's maintaining a whole about: me!!!

I don't always want a red carpet - it's just preferable, us old queens have standards ha ha

Longer post tomorrow lmao =D

Take care kids =D xxx

Lessons Hopefully Learnt

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I wrote the below post this time last week. I had decided not to publish it. It’s not the happiest of posts and doesn’t exactly show me in the best light lol. But I’ve thought a lot since and I want this to form part of my voyage. I’ll post again soon but happy to report that this last week has been very different. The night I wrote the below post marked a turning point =D x

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I started this blog in order to chronicle my ‘voyages’ abroad teaching English as a foreign language – strange how it has turned into a chronicle of the lessons I’m learning, not those I’m giving…

So, just over a week ago I moved to Edinburgh. I love it here and yet I seem fated to make the same mistakes over and over again. Or rather, not fated – this isn’t fate, it’s my choice – the wrong choice. I moved here and as I (and others) knew I would, went out on the Edinburgh scene every night. I told myself that I’ve just moved to a new city – I don’t want to be sitting at home every night when I’ve just got to a new place. And yes, I suppose that’s true, but yet again I took it to excess, as always – I was afraid to sit at home, by myself, after having had the diversion and interruption of the Trolloc for over a year. Being at home by myself would mean that I would be able to think about things, things I wasn’t proud of, things I’d done wrong, time and potential I had wasted - it would allow my demons to show themselves. I wouldn’t have anything or anyone to blame anything on when I was by myself – It would be like being in Poland, more so, it would be like before I moved to Poland – and surely I’d grown up so much since then… But these are the lessons I hope I now learn. Whether I actually do or not is another matter but the sad truth is, largely I didn’t do anything different to what I’d’ve done all those years ago: With no ‘boundaries’ set for me I went out every night and have managed to spend over £300 in that week (including a fantastic Friday night!! lmao). I freely admit I’m ashamed of it. I even called in sick on Thursday because I’d had such a wayward night on the night before – Even singing Circle of Life in the Karaoke in one of the gay bars – how much was I striving to be like I was all those years ago?!?!?!

So yes, here I am now with two weeks (15 days…) until my pay day with only £100 to my name. I need to pay for my travel each day and eat. That is about the size of it. I won’t be able to smoke with that money… I won’t be able to afford a single drink until then and the food I’ll be able to buy won’t be all that much.

I’ve told myself that the one thing I can’t do without is a mobile internet top up (I’m going to put £20 on – even though I could probs get away with £10 – if I’m going to be trapped in the flat for two weeks I’m going to make sure I have something to keep me occupied other than bad tv etc… lmao), so the rest is for food and travel…

I do wonder at times as to whether I will ever learn this lesson – When money is not in great supply don’t go out and blow it all in a pub. When you are feeling lonely and exposed, don’t run to the nearest bar and make yourself popular with people who aren’t worth your time, who don’t care about you, who keep you away from doing something worthwhile.

I had a dream last weekend. I question the wisdom of sharing it here, but who reads this blog anyway… lol. I dreamt CAF got cancer and died. I was absolutely devastated. My dream went through him contracting the disease, dying slowly – and I wasn’t allowed to spend too much time with him (kind of like real life really, as I never get to see him much anyway…) and then eventually he died and I wasn’t allowed/invited to the funeral – I was no-one special after all. And yet the dream carried on – No-one figured that anything was wrong with me – it’s not as though it was my boyfriend or anything – nothing special to me… So in my dream I had to carry on doing the things I always did, work, meet mates in the pub, etc. But knowing that he was gone, and never coming back, wasted. Dead. Even the thought of it now upsets me. I dreamt that I would be with people out in Newcastle and I would just break down in tears in abject sorrow. I can’t remember such an upsetting dream ever.

But of course CAF is fine, doesn’t have cancer and isn’t going anywhere…

Now, the Maestro in me thinks of the meaning of the dream. While I’m not as knowledgeable as him on such matters, certain obvious meanings come to mind straight away:- I’ve just moved to a new place and CAF is much much younger than me: I should make the change and stop chasing people so much younger than me (physically and mentally) and grow up a bit more, and obviously this is will hurt as do most parts of the growing up process… I really do love CAF, regardless of his feelings for me and the level of reciprocation (or even his ability to reciprocate to that level) and maybe that’s what makes it worse – It’s not just a crush on a chicken (lol =D), but love for someone I can’t be with and someone I really should know better than to want to be with, regardless of my feelings. Maestro once told me that he envied my sub-conscious because it was so transparent in what it was trying to tell me – I wish it could be a little less painful, but I suppose that would defeat the point lol =D

Well, to get back to one of the original points of this post – I’ve been here alone for over a week now and the demons definitely are coming out to get me. As the Maestro himself said:

in one's own quiet space, it's not long before the demons seep out of the woodwork, and then the battle ensues to weather them, rather then react and next thing you know you're in a bar every night or at some other distraction

(Sorry hinny – I know how much you hate being quoted lmao =D)

Take care kids and I’ll do my best to do the same =D xxx

Who knew there were two 5 o’clocks in the day??!!

Well, I’ve done it for two days now:

Wake up at 5am, (this morning neither the Trolloc nor the Imp had actually gone to bed by the time I got up…) up, dressed, and out of the flat to catch the first metro of the day – who knew so many people were up at that time!!?? lol – then to Central Station to catch the 6.25 train, then a bus to the other side of Edinburgh then and 9 – 17.30 shift at work – a bus back to to Edinburgh Waverly, and a metro from Central back home – getting back around 9.15pm…. aaaaagggghhhhh lmao =D

I had never intended to but there would be absolutely no chance I could do this for more than five days…

But anyway – think I’m really going to enjoy the job. It’s not half as technically challenging as I had thought – in fact not really challenging at all from what I’ve seen – it looks more like an admin job which well paid ha ha ha – but the people seem very nice, the job seems enjoyable and the money/benefits are very decent lol.

I’ve been emailing this bloke I found on the web who has a spare room for rent so I’m planning on moving in there on Sunday – how much am I not looking forward to the conversation about that with the Trolloc. I’d like to tell him straight up but can’t afford to be kicked out too early so will have to tell him much closer to the time…

So yeah, the plan is to have a few drinks with a few mates on Sat etc, get whatever’s left to get ready on Sun and get the train up – moving in around 9-ish… Then ready for a sensible working week going forward lol =D Next week actually looks pretty funny – I’ve got something like 9 inductions to have ha ha ha.

The flat seems to be quite out of the way but close enough to get to work and into town (actually very similar to the Trollocs flat in that respect lmao). The new job also has this scheme where you can get up to £600 for a new bike and they take it off your wage for anything to 12 months – who would miss £50 p/m off their wage (not that I’d spend that much on a bike anyway…). I really like the idea of cycling to and from work/town so am definitely going to look into that.

Well, have a few other things to do before I get back to Newcastle and would like to see if I can get a an hours kip too so better be off but the general message? Things are looking better than they have done for over a year. Arthur is feeling very optimistic…

Take care kids =D xx

!!Happiness!!

I thought about starting this really depressed to psych everyone out but couldn’t be bothered so instead I’ll just say – Yay!! I got the job!!!! lol =D Oh so happy =D The end of this terrible part of my life seems close at hand!!! yay!!! =D

Got the call yesterday morning – Start on Monday morning – it’s all good he he =D Just on my way to Central Station now to see about the cheapest train travel… (Yes, I’m blogging while on the bus lmao =D). I think it’s going to cost an arm and a leg but is the only choice I have until I can get a place of my own.

I was tempted to start talking in this post about how the Trolloc got pissed with the Imp last night and started kicking off – god I hope he doesn’t do that during the week when I’m commuting to and from Edinburgh every day – but I’m just in too good a mood to waffle on about that idiot right now lmao =D

Anyway – this is going to be a short post – coming up to my stop soon so will post soon with more details. I’m pretty sure no-one reads this anymore, but it helps me to vent so will continue to post anyway…

And by the way – Yay!!! I have a cool new job lmao =D

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I was about to publish this but then had to get off the bus, so can add a little update now lol – I’ve just been to the train station and sorted out travel - £140 for the week… Christ that was almost a month’s wages at Golebia!! lmao =D I need to find a place in Edinburgh – fast! – not that I can tell the Trolloc that, he needs to think I’m staying there for a while otherwise he’ll get pissed and angry and chuck me out which I can’t have with this new job lol.

As it stands I’m going to be leaving the house at around 5am and getting back around 8.30ish… It’s going to kill me but is well worth the trouble! lol. I’ll find out tomorrow when my first payday is and  an then sort out flat in Edinburgh… Something else to keep your fingers crossed about lmao =D

Anyway  - yet again getting close to my stop so talk to you soon kids =D

A xx

Little Thieving Bar-Steward

So, for the past couple of days I’ve been trying to use my Dongle to connect to the internet – The signal in the Trolloc’s flat is never very good and you normally have to sit in the right part of the flat in order to get a signal at all so when, for two days, I am unable to connect I don’t think much of it…

But then I go to work at the cricket club today. I arrive two hours before the bar opens because there’s a function on and they need to be in to set up. Great – I’ve got two hours to sit and pretty much do nothing but have a pint and surf the web lmao =D

I go to log on to the web and again it’s saying no signal… strange… OK, there must be something wrong here. Is there something wrong with the SIM card or the dongle itself? I take the SIM out and put it in my mobile to check the signal strength and it says registration failed – the SIMs been cut off… But this is a PAYG SIM… So I check the number of the SIM and, oh yes, there’s my problem… It’s not my SIM. That thieving little bastard who’s also dossing at the Trolloc’s at the moment has stolen my SIM and replaced it with his, which has long been disconnected so that he can use what credit I have left (a good three week’s worth) and ends up with a working dongle.

Now this guy – the Imp I call him – looks cute enough but will milk anyone nice enough to help him out for all they’re worth and cause’s trouble wherever he goes without ever seeming to get the blame. Anyway, the Imp just last night was sitting next to me saying that he would like to borrow the dongle sometime soon to get some pictures off the web and saying - ‘Oh, I wonder why your dongle isn’t working…’, all the time fully aware that he’s stolen my SIM and that it will never work until my SIM is replaced.

This guy is living here, rent free because he’s unemployed, being fed for free, never goes out of the house and treats the living room (where he sleeps) as his domain. All the while I, the only rent-paying resident of the flat, has to put up with the constant advances of the Trolloc – sexual and otherwise, has to sleep in the same bed as the Trolloc, has to shell out pretty much all my wages on rent (which has suffered a £10 increase since the Trolloc and the Imp have both lost their jobs), and has to beware of that thieving little shit stealing my belongings.

About two, maybe three months ago – soon after the Imp moved in – I found he had from me once before. And he wasn’t subtle about it either. He stole my USB stick – admittedly not a large steal – but it did have a lot of work on it, a lot of stuff I still had worked on from previous roles such as BT, Golebia etc and, to hell with how meagre it was – it’s mine! And it was all wiped. But I let it slide, what exactly could I do?

This is the major problem at the moment – and has been for the past year. The Trolloc’s flat is so small – it only has one box sized bedroom – that I can’t hide anything away (not that I should have to), and I have nowhere else to go at present. If I had anywhere else to go, I’d be there. And being trapped in a pleasant place, while still not ideal being trapped, is nonetheless reasonably pleasant – You can suspend disbelief and just enjoy the perceived pleasant-ness lol. But here, you’re stuck in a small space with a thieving Imp and an explosive Trolloc and you can’t get out.

Anyway – on a brighter note… Had a call from the job HR guy about the Edinburgh possibility. He said he didn’t want to get my hopes up or anything but that he was very hopeful, that they had now finished all the interviews, that very complimentary things had been said about me and that I’d find out tomorrow (Thursday) morning one way or the other. If I do get it, they’ll be looking for me to start this coming Monday (I know – I was pretty shocked too… lol), so there is the possibility of having only c. three days left here!!

Now I’m not getting my hopes up (as much as I’m actually capable of) but however bad this year has been the one way I have managed to get through is by daydreaming. I’m very conscious that fantasies are not healthy for me but imagining possibilities or daydreaming about the future has been for a year now, the only way I can get through each day or each week (I tend not to think in months at the moment – that’s a little too difficult) is by looking forward to it’s long overdue conclusion – the light at the end of the tunnel =D. Obviously I all too often have to come back down to Earth and reality (far too often lmao) in order to get something done, lest none of my daydreams ever come true, but when I’m at my lowest these get me through. So, no, I’m doing my best not to get my hopes up, but after realising that that little Imp had intentionally stolen from me – again – and that I was still, still!!!, stuck in this miniscule prison I needed something to cheer me up – which is when my contact at the agency called me up with that optimistic news, so yes, I’ve indulged in a little day dream while I’m sat here waiting for some customers to grace the bar… lmao

Anyway – Thursday’s post will either be wonderfully triumphant or sickeningly depressed lol – so I hope everyone is keeping their fingers, toes and any other appendages they feel necessary, well and truly crossed for me!! lol =D (Well that’s if I can publish anything without a working Dongle!!! grrr….)

Take care kids,

A x

P.S. It’s just crossed my mind that anyone reading this may not know what a Trolloc is lmao. It’s like an Orc or something – big, stupid, violent, evil, selfish… you get the idea. I’ve taken the term from Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time: Great books if you haven’t read them – fully worth the trouble even if you’re not in to sci-fantasy… Imagine the Lord of the Rings, but better lol =D x