I think that listening to the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra is interrupting my creative juices. Especially as they've just launched into a dire interpretation of 'Imagine'. Anyway, welcome to my blog. It starts, as these things so often do, because of a situation which is only barely under my control. I often find myself in ridiculous situations (mostly they are my fault.. what can I say, I like the drama) but the one I'm in currently is taking not only the biscuit, but also the cake, the tart and the Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte.
I must apologise in advance for being distinctly vague but misplaced loyalty holds me back from revealing the true nature of my affair. All I can say is that I've been a dirty little secret and now I feel as used as a cum sodden tissue.
