Do you have a special place? The kind of place you tend to keep to yourself? The place you don’t want ruining by hordes of tourists and other dirty people. How about that little special thing you like that not many have? Maybe it’s a biscuit or a cake or a drink or something. Does having to share it with others pain you?

I have a place like that. Not like a biscuit. A place that’s special to me. It brings out the hypocrite in me. On the one hand I want to share it with everybody that I am close to, on the other hand it pains me when each time I go I see how popular it is becoming with others. How the area has changed because of this influx. When I go there and I see all the new people “trespassing” in my sacred place I feel like someone has put a glass wall in the toilet while I’m trying to poo.

Biscuits are the same. Carrying on family tradition, when, on the rare occasion I have them in the house, there are biscuits there are always “Visitor” biscuits and “MY” biscuits. Visitor biscuits are for scoffing wantonly, “My” biscuits are the luxurious ones that I don’t want to share with anyone. I become horrified when I see people other than myself eating MY biscuits.

Due to circumstances requiring my complete attention I will be taking yet another LJ holiday. Though there may be a few filtered progress reports over the next few days. If you read my LJ and don’t have an LJ account I suggest you sign up for one and add me. There are reasons for this. I shall not be going into here.

See you on the flipside.

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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