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Life, and other such melodramas.

My autobiography will be entitled "Soaring Into The Night: The Cos Ryan Story" after the last line in the chorus of my own song, Bluebird. I think I've got a bad mp3 of that somewhere. If I find it, and anyone wants it, it's theirs.

Let's see, where did I leave off? Pretty negatively, I think. Well, things aren't all that bad. Well, I say that. I've not done a comic for exactly a week, but I'll go into that later.

Work is OK. At the moment, I'm in training. And, other than the fact that they've not made a record of my Flogging Molly gig holidays in June, there's no real problem. My fellow trainees are alright, the work seems boring and easy, I get to wear my own suits (don't even have to wear a tie) and there's a normal clothes day every Friday. That's not bad at all, especially as it's like £14.5K per calendar year. I can handle anything as long as they pay me.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. I've got lots of things I could say, but I feel that writing this is procrastastic, when I should be replenishing the deficit of comics. Bollocks to it. Not like anyone reads anything I do anyway. Huzzah.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 5:36 PM