One of my most loyal fans came to my house on the weekend to meet Colin. After the familiar "Isn't he cute - you're so lucky to have such an attractive pussy" diatribe, she got on to more serious issues; "What the fuck is going on with your blog?"
I admit, the posts of late have been, at best, contrived. The sporadic nature of their postage is merely a side effect of a deeper problem lying within my head, which I choose to blame this lack of quality on. This module of pain which has caused the lack of literary freedom I have been suffering is called 'Wisdom Tooth'.
Perhaps ironically, the presence of my wisdom tooth has apparently taken away my ability to write for the sake of writing; to speak for the sake of speaking. It's all been too fucking serious lately, and my blog has suffered. So, I'd like to inform you all, oh avid readers, that the old Bazza has returned. The tramadol and other opiates and sedatives that have been necessary during the time of wisdom tooth have gone. My brain is now back to it's previous state - it's state of non-wisdom, if you will.
I would like to make it known that this blog spits in the face of wisdom, and curses the perils of a theme. Such structures are not wanted here - this blog is a free spirit and it will continue to express feelings of woe, hatred and complaint in its most pleasantly unwise voice.
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