About Me
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Another trivial thing that I start taking seriously, and the odds are that I'll have ditched it by next week. There's no satisfaction in clicking to add bands and singers I love, but I do it anyway, because more of you need to know how ace they are.One of these days I'll be a real grown-up, but I don't anticipate it'll be any time soon. I used to say I've been playing at being 35 since I was 15, but I'm sure I'm starting to regress. I can just about manage to look after the cats and show up for some job or other occasionally. Just until the book deal. Or the play gets put on. Or the film gets its financing, that sort of thing.Instead of doing that whole creative nonsense, which is much better left to those with creative abilities, I'm going after the much easier gig of Middle Eastern politics. I'm starting the course in a mere couple of months, and haven't been this excited since I sat my Highers. I hope Damascus, Dubai and anywhere else that catches my eye will be ready for me. If not, they'll learn, I'm sure.And yes dahlings, I am lezzzbian, but not one of those awful flag-waving THIS IS MY COMMUNITY ones. More of an 'incidental' lezzzbian if you will. Crazy notion, but I don't think that my sexuality actual dictates every other decision in my life. I'm very lucky to be getting hitched to my lovely girl next year, and she puts up with me even though she's a proper lezzzbian and a feminist to boot.I have no claim to be an expert in much, except that I'm always right, and that's good enough for me.I may have been spawned and dragged up in the depths of industrial Scotland at its best and worst, but I can't quite manage to call it home. I was destined for London before I could even formulate the thought, and I just don't understand people who don't want to tolerate the Tube, or who can live without thirty odd theatres on the doorstep. I can't go back to one high street and a Wetherspoons, I've been too far and seen too much.I've been as far around the globe as I could go, and met myself coming back too. I miss the buzz of clearing customs and being able to do anything, within reason (but occasionally without). I made my stupid mistakes, and wouldn't trade them for all the diamonds in Hatton Garden. Oh, who am I kidding? A decent rock and I'd give you my soul, never mind my scattered memories.I'm about as me as I'm every likely to get, and if you can fit what that is into a little white box, then more power to ya. I certainly can't.
