Good evening all. After my long absence, I think I have reached the stage where I am reasonably fit to be seen again in polite ( mostly…) company. Where have I been? Well, I’ve been right here in the salubrious suburb of East Acton all along. I’ve been AWOL so long that I can’t remember where I was with my son’s illness when I slipped away and closed the door quietly behind me…
I’m sure I shared with you the fact that my son was suffering clinical depression? ( The good news is that he is well on the way to recovery. ) It was the fact that I’ve spent the last three years (good grief, it really is that long ,)supporting the lad through the worst of it that made me disappear from the radar. I really wasn’t good online company as I found myself on an increasingly shorter fuse and every time I put pen to paper it turned into more than a bit of a rant. I really didn’t want to subject my co-charioteers to that, hence the self-imposed exile. I haven’t been entirely off-line, but confined my excursions to James `Delingpole’s blog in the DT, (and that old duffer Geoffrey Lean,) where I was able to rant at the CAGW Whackos to my heart’s content 🙂
So, what’s been happening in bravo’s world? First and foremost, my boy is back on track. It’s been a tough three years. I can’t say what the boy has been through because I don’t think that anyone who hasn’t suffered from clinical depression can really understand what those who do are going through. It is tough for their supporters, though. The boy has had his ups and downs, a false start working for the BBC which lasted for six months, followed by a relapse, then another false start when he took up with an old flame from his university days in Sheffield, got engaged, moved the girl to London and then found after a a few months that she had started cheating on him almost as soon as she arrived her… He didn’t go as far down that time, for which I was inordinately thankful, got another job doing what he does, network engineering, for a company that promised him the earth and delivered Wigan… The job, however, got him partly back on track and stabilised his life to the extent that he regained his confidence enough to apply for a job With Moody’s – the ratings agency, not the Phillipines fast-food chain – and got it. He’s now down from a daily bucketful of meds to a single pill and doing very nicely – just got promoted, in fact. We’re now at the stage where he’s ready to move into a place of his own and, as ‘Inky’ Singh might have said, the relievousness is tremendous…
The saving grace for me over this last couple of years has been being in touch with and given a shoulder to dry on by, a couple of blokes from the Army days who were always ready – along with other ex-servicemen from the different clubs we frequent – to go out and <s>talk things over</s> get well and truly drunk together in fine army style.
It hasn’t, of course, been all bad. I haven’t been able to take any long engagements, but I have worked in Kazakhstan, again, Ukraine, Taiwan and, a first for me, Central America. Probably going back to Central America next month and to Uzbekistan early in the new year, if not sooner. I’m also delivering a distance learning course for senior security managers over Skype/Facetime which is taking up more and more of my (working) time.
On other fronts I stood as a candidate for UKIP in the local elections – came third in a solid Labour ward, but beat the Lib Dems and the greens – and just passed the acceptance process that the party runs people through before they are given the green light to apply to local party branches to become parliamentary candidates. I’ll probably stand in Ealing – and lose again to Labour – though I’m looking at Greenwich also. I don’t think that talking about loosing to Labour is defeatism, btw, here in East Acton, it;s just realism 🙂
My younger daughter is engaged to a fine young German lad, one of Moody’s analysts, oh yes, she works at Moody’s too.
So, that’s the long and the short of it – enough for now, I think, except to say I’m looking forward to catching up with everybody.