A Brief Word of Explanation.

Allow me to correct a possible misapprehension: I’m not as obsessed with women as some of my posts might suggest. What I’m obsessed with is the relationship between life, death, exploration and polarity. It’s a grail quest thing and women just happen to be the surest guides. It all began when I was 12 and it’s all perfectly wholesome (well, mostly.)

I’m not quite sure why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s because I had 8½ hours sleep last night and I’m not tired yet. Or maybe it’s because I didn’t fancy a beer tonight so I had an all-scotch session instead. Does it matter and who cares anyway?