Fuck you, cancer.

That's pretty much all I have to say about that.


I'm back, kittens.

Well, I was never really gone, I suppose. Just...horizontal.

And not in a good way.

If anyone really wants details about the kind of cancer whose ass I've just kicked or the treatment(s) for it which have recently been kicking mine, then feel free to email me. I'll likely ignore you, of course, as clearly you've got far too little going on in your life and I therefore have no desire to associate with you, however kind your intentions. But, you know...thanks.

The rest of you can simply go back to sleeping at night, calm in the knowledge that I'm once again darkening the streets of London, more determined than ever to enjoy the remaining moments of this ever tenuous mortal coil.

That is, of course, once my business is back on track, my body is back in shape and my hair (which, thankfully has not deserted me) has been thoroughly tended to.

But for today, just a quick hello, I think.

Mostly cuz I've a meeting for most of this afternoon and a date right after work.

BBC cameraman. Triathlete. Hot.

Oh yes, kittens.

I'm back.