"I Am The Sun…

by Quinn

…I am the New Year” sang The Breeders way back when on their Last Splash album, and who am I to argue?

Yes, I can tell it’s New Year and that the holiday period is over because once again we are being inundated at home with sales calls at all hours of the day. I had forgotten what it was like to hear the phone ring and assume it is my credit card company mithering me, but that feeling is back in earnest.

So the tele-sales people are back at work, but here at The Obscurer I just can’t be arsed at the moment, so this is little more than a “holding post”, to say that I have survived the seasonal excesses and I am still alive, but when normal-ish service will be resumed I cannot tell. But I shall return; I’m going nowhere.