Re-born

A little bit about myself: I've had a couple of blogs in the past, one here, one there, and an exclusive student dairy which at the time of writing this is stagnant. Long story. Too traumatic to bare thinking about. A tale of woe, confounded people, bad-wiring.

This is intended to be a place of peace, release, a spot where I can catalogue my life for all the world to see. I don't read anyone elses blogs anymore, apart from perhaps my mate Chris'.

I am a musician, it's what I do, my business. I am good at what I do. Confident. I have played in many places all throughout the world. I am not one of the sea of shy stay at home players, I get out there. I'm a go-getter with (usually) a positive personality. It has been a real roller-coaster ride of a life so far.

I have been homeless for thirteen years, housed for another three, and now I find myself on the path of becoming enlightened, educated, with my eyes opened to new ways of thinking. Although I spent much of my time while on the road reading, taking shelter from the rain in many a library, I now just read at home. I am a student of history. Distance learn with the Open University. I really like their syllabus, and I feel that it is one of the best institutions. World-class education.

The Conference was amazing, I hath just returned from it and t'was nice to meet new faces, especially Barry the physicist and Jim the historian. I spent most of the weekend with Nichola the literature student. They were all lovely people there, and I like the place immensely.

This is me, like my family symbol (the phoenix) resurrecting myself from the ashes, being re-born in another baptism of fire. I was shot-down by some crazy fool, hacked to pieces, only to re-form like T2. No-one can keep a good man down for long.

Stay On the Flex,

Maximus.