Back in Black!

Back from self-imposed cyber exile, prompted by a message from an ole buddy of mine who lives across the foam and said he missed my dulcet tones! Yeah sure, but the thing is, or was, this: I simply needed to take a break from the willful intrusion that being online increasingly heaps on our lives these days. I simply couldn't face the interface for a fair ole while and thus retreated to the woody environs of Analogland and all its visceral wonder.

Sometimes it gets a bit much living one's existence as a replicant/avatar in an endless continuum of digital ones and zeroes but apparently I am one of the few who feels this way and, anyhow, I know I can't exactly turn back the clock, now can I?

Still, there are times when I wish that all the satellites there ever were would fall from the sky so that we could all be left in private with only the 'A' button available to us as the means of electronically communicating with one another - like the way we used to arrange our pints in the days of yore.

But that's not going to happen so I may as well get back on my digital soap box again and continue to rage against the machine as a fully signed-up member of the National Union of Disgruntled Gremlins! In a way I've missed being away.

More soon ...

Yeah, stick us on a Double Diamond!