Aridi Writes

So I’ve actually moved house – and this is why my net presence is now so sporadic.

It’s a very strange thing. I’ve found it very easy to adapt to being somewhere else, mostly because at the end, I felt incredibly unwelcome and uncomfortable in the place underneath mum’s. I feel a touch guilty about the whole thing, because while she does her best to help me, she’s also incredibly overbearing at times, and it’s a work of will to not get angry and hostile. I mean I do GET angry. I just swallow it. And I put off my best leave-me-alone vibes. Because I can’t turn around to her and say “Look, just leave me the hell alone, I’m not as incompetent as you seem to believe”. That would take balls, something I am currently lacking.

That said. Life is going pretty alright. Despite the lack of net, the new place is taking shape; I need to get a couple of wardrobes and a book case or two. …or three. Cos I am running criminally short. And not everything is out of the old place, just yet. I’m getting there though.

My friends have been absolute fucking heroes for this move. Every last one of them has been so good to me, either by being supportive or by actually helping out. Special mention goes to Pat and Medwards, who did damn near half of the work by themselves, and to Noonoo, whose intervention with Betty got the important boxes where they needed to go safely.

Roll on reconnect day.

In the red corner, weighing in at a hefty xxx pounds, a common-or-garden super-soldier story about what would happen if we had super-soldier technology in this day and age and how it would be used or abused by the intelligence agencies and militaries of today!

In the blue corner, weighing in at an even xxx pounds, a far grittier version of the near future in which an all-pervasive surveillance network becomes sentient and starts to interfere with the security of the nation it is meant to protect!

LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLLEEEEEE!!!!!