A confession
They say confession is good for the soul.
I somehow suspect my soul is slightly blackened, maybe dog-eared at the edges and has one of those annoying creases you get, where no matter how much folding it back the other way will ever get rid of it. I did once put my soul on ebay (on signing up for DIR-F, with free sense of humour with every purchase), but it was classed as damaged goods so i took it off again.
I didnt tell my parents that i broke my arm, thus followed a frantic phone call from south telling me my dad had discovered the internet and to get the posts off here ASAP otherwise the game would be up……
I was too slow.
Mum, Dad, im really sorry, but i didnt want to worry you. Christ, mum would be on the first ferry up here to ground me herself (yes, you grounded me last time i broke a bone….), i wouldnt be allowed out to play for fecking weeks! You can officially bend my lug-hole about it next time i call, but then i doubt you will need any encouragement in that.
Bugger, Cyber-nagging has arrived.
