Has Anyone Seen my Mojo?

Well, what can I say? Yes, I'm hanging my head in shame at my tardy blog update, I really can't apologise enough; your dull lives must have been so, so much duller, the wait must have been just frightful (if sarcasm could be embodied, that would be me right about now).

Matt, I hear you bleat, why have you forsaken us for so long?  Well, in a nutshell I HAVE LOST MY GRUMPY MOJO.  See, not even typing in full caps works anymore.

Sorry, I was just distracted by John Amabile on Sixty Minute Makeover - he's wearing an orange velour top, with a green camouflage kilt. And he's an interior designer? Some gays should never leave the house.  Ever.  Or at least not in daylight hours.

Has anyone noticed that they must have cut the budget on SMM? They don't even have that blonde woman that used to be on Hollyoaks as the presenter anymore.  Instead, an unknown that looks like a primary school teacher.

Anyway I digress.  So what, pray tell, has Hove's grumbling gayer been up to for the past five months (apart from becoming expert in daytime TV schedules)? Well, this would be a very long post to catch up on five months, and frankly I've got things to do this afternoon (OK, I'm still lying about being busy) but essentially I've lost my grump.  There, I said it. Grumpy has left the building.  Je ne suis pas le grump. Season two of 'Grump' has been cancelled.

Still old, yes - I turned 40 in May (source material for future posts).  And gay, well yes.  So do I change the name of the blog after this miraculous transformation? Err, no.

1. I can't be arsed to change the domain name, blog graphics etc.
2. Slightly Cantankerous Old Gay just doesn't scan properly.
3. If I try really hard I can still be a bit grumpy, especially now I'm not drugged to the eyeballs on happy pills anymore.  That's right, as of last week I am no longer a pharmaceutically balanced depressive, arrivederci Citalopram.  If any male has ever been on this particular elixir, you will appreciate that there is one particular side-effect I will be very pleased to lose....

My very fit trainer

What has led to this biblical transformation? Well, a lot of things but predominantly:
1. a shed load of psychotherapy
2. being unemployed and not in my soul-destroying workplace
3. discovering the joy of exercise.  Yes me.  I have a personal trainer.  Three times a week.  It's uncanny.

So as you can see it's been an eventful few months.  Plenty to tell you about, but it will have to be next time I'm afraid.  Busy, busy, busy (OK, still lying, but Dickinson's Real Deal is on...)

GOG xx