I’m a man who enjoys his own company,* always have been. I think it’s because I like it when things are quiet and I can get on with doing my own thing, on my own, with little or no interruption. That isn’t to say I’m some sort of crazed hermit, but there are times when I could genuinely do without other people; friends being the exception, obviously.
It is therefore something of a shock to the system to find that I feel a little… well, a little lonely today. At least, I assume this is how loneliness feels. As the title implies, it’s a new one on me and could just as easily be the sensation of nagging doubt experienced when one questions the existence of Middlesborough. It feels as though something’s missing though, something indistinct and important. Very strange.
Anyway, you should probably take a look at this if you aren’t already attending one of the Conventions on Modern Liberty. Well, unless you’re happy with your state of cultured apathy, you lot can just carry on as you are.
Update: Off to see Mark Watson tonight, should be quite jolly.
* No, not in that sense. Well, ok, sometimes in that sense… but not to an unusual degree.
