Too much of everything is just about right for me. More wine! More drugs! Tumbling ever downwards into greater and deeper perversions. Like prehistoric beasts we gorge ourselves on the raw meat of pure experience, feeding and feasting on the bloody red flesh of the various smaller animals, the open bar of your body has recently opened for business and all my previous tabs are now considered done and settled.

There's no need to call the cops baby, it won't be like last time, I've grown spiritually since then I promise.

That's the ticket. That's the shit right there.

It being valentines day, makes me think a little about women. Specifically the fact I'm happy being single, a far flung cry from when me and Erin broke up and I was writing stuff like this. Yeah, things went a bit haywire for a while, there were a fair few embarrassing situations and gushing blushes and awkward moments but I feel can look back on everything now with a sense of humour and a rueful grin. Life is pretty full these days, full to the brim with outlandish schemes and unfinished projects and shit that definitely needs doing.

The only thing I miss is the intense emotion, the desperate aching passion of the play. But! There are still many delicacies to be sampled at God's great table, and many tastes untasted. I tell you: subsisting only on oranges will quickly make a man sick to death of marmalade jam. I don't regret one second of any it and I wouldn't swap one spoonful of that rich and pungent sauce for all the sugar in the world. In retrospect, and with the benefit of hindsight and experience I would say that it was all worth it, some truly unusual dishes were brought before the court, and even if more than one turned out to be a “oncer” how many others can say they have eaten quail eggs baked in baby octopus with a side of caramelised camel and gravy?

Yes, I have done my dash with romance, for the moment. There are different, stranger crevasses that I must now plumb and plummet into. The sunken kingdoms of the mind stretch their jaws and beckon.

So sorry Miss Jane, no time for the sex act: I have empires to slay, and entire dragons to conquer.

eight tabs coming up soon. a little nervous. will my mind survive? only one way to find out.