She's Back! (wink wink)

In August I moved from my humble rural town to a more glamorous part of Namibia, the coast. By glamorous of course, I mean that its more developed, has one cinema, a couple of Kentucky Fried Chickens and more than one pub.
Which of course had me twitching with excitement. Moreover, I was finally beginning my dream career and coupled with the fact that at the coast the weather is much more reasonable than the "might as well live on the sun" inland temperatures, life was looking good.
That, my dears (by this I mean the 2 or 3 people who have actually read this damn self-indulgent diary like thing), is why I have been so quiet.
I was 'finding' myself. Adjusting to cooler weather, junk food and big screens.
And ofcourse, waiting to learn a lesson. And that lesson?
Well, it has to do with the return to blogging. As many might remember (that is one or two of the three who have in fact read this) my reason for blogging while living in the rural backwaters was, quite simply, utter frustration.
Living with a certain kind of people, who quite frankly (my dear) resembled talking marshmallows from a bad Hollywood movie sometimes, led to a life in which self-expression was not only frowned upon, but in some cases severely punished.
So, having come to a point where my only way of expressing my needs, desires etc etc was by drinking myself into a talking marshmallow state, I elected to begin writing about it.
To someone. You. Ha ha (this is hilarious.)
But then, salvation came. New job, big city (sort of, if you squeeze one eye shut) and life was looking to become interesting again.
What no one elected to tell me was that cinemas, newspapers and fried food do not make for intellectuality, inclusiveness or even good pie!
So, here I am. Returning. Excreting the last fog of a bad hangover, and once again willing to put words to .... one's and zero's.