I have flu and the world hates me, even the rascal Dawson does not like me any more. My dog is at my mother’s house and my cat took one look at me as I started to fall ill a few days ago and sodded off. It seems he has decided not to come back so I have stopped looking out of the window for him. Bastard. Typical guy. There is about half a metre of snow on the ground and my heating only works when it feels like it, so here I am, blogging to the world with my laptop under the duvet with me. Only my ‘editor’ in London calls me so I am starting to wonder if there is anyone left alive and unfrozen in all of Croatia… except for the idiot who lives next door. Why do some people feel the need to rev their cars for 20 minutes before driving off? If the damn thing starts, drive it!!!
I was going to write about our idiot mayor in Zagreb (naughty boy), cretin provincial journalists in the USA who see the world through the narrow prism of their own country and why if I had met a certain much commented on ‘libertarian anti war’ Internet writer in 1991 here in what used to be Yugoslavia, I would have put a 9mm bullet between his eyes.
However I have realised that all these things pale into insignificance compared to my own personal misery at the moment.
Irritable? Me? Nah.
