I'm back.

Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
I had thought of giving up on this blog, but the thought of it annoying at least one person has given me the will to carry on, well this post any way. One day at a time, as they say. People with bigger problems than me. I think.

Mind you, us bloggers may be swamped by the professional journos on this site, half the Adver team seem to be posting stuff, the other half no doubt making sure the copy is up to the non controversial/ever so careful style of writing the Adver is so fond of. (I’m still sulking that I had a piece deleted due to its unsuitable nature on a family website.)

However having got that off my chest, it seems that being back to work, as I am, brings out the urge to write things down. I have and I know many others have, been off for three months. I’ve now been back now for a week.

Being off work, while being paid not to work for Honda has its benefits.

1/ you can go to bed when you like. Every nights a Saturday night

2/ you can get up when you like. Every mornings a Sunday morning.

3/ you don’t have to worry about all the little jobs you have been meaning to do around the house for ages, because you did them in the first two weeks.

4/you can watch so much Jeremy Kyle/Trisha that you will never want to see it ever again.

5/the house is always spotless. You become a ‘metro-sexual’ doing house work and develop mild OCD. Having everything ‘just so’ until untidy Missus’s or filthy youff's get home.

6/ you can take exams in English and maths that you couldn’t be arsed doing at school.

7/ re 6, you can feel very thick doing this. And clever when you pass.

8/You can do jobs for cash that doesn’t go into the bank…like wages, but with real money, not a pay slip and then spend it without the taxman or Missus getting their mitts on it (so I’ve been told)

9/ you can apply for other jobs and wait for rejection letters arriving.

10/you don’t have to watch/listen to the news and get yourself into lather.


But being back at work and driving around in a truck, or whatever else you might do has so many bad points, even if you are grateful you still have a job and you really wanted to go back.

1/ you are genetically compelled to listen to Radio 4 and all its news programmes….and work yourself up into lather.

2/ somebody else rules your going to bed and getting up times.

3/ you can’t watch Jeremy Kyle/Trisha. Withdrawal pains set in

4/. You know when you get home your house will be manky

5/ if you want to improve your qualifications you have to do it in your own time, but you’re too tired/lazy.

6/ re 5, you feel really thick.

7/ rejection letters arrive and you realise you may be stuck doing the same thing forever. It’s hard to be grateful you have a job.

8/ All wages go into the bank and ‘the missus’ grabs it all. You get the payslip to play with.

9/ you start writing stupid blogs again so to let off steam at life/work and the government. Nobody reads.

10/ you don’t really want to work but now there’s no reason not to.


So that’s it. Three months in a few bullit points.

what a pile of shite.