Swapping Castle Hill for Green's Mill

And so, it comes to an end. My time in Huddersfield is drawing to a close, and my next stepping stone in life will be Nottingham.

My relationship with Huddersfield has always been ambivalent, and more so since the break-up of my marriage. On the one hand, I love the town. Some of the most amazing architecture is here. I produced some damn fine music here. But it has a darker side: a side that haunts me. I see betrayal and deception lurking around every corner, and the healing process has been too slow, too painful for me to properly settle.

So, 17:13 this evening is time to go. The ties aren't cut completely, I shall be back: but the pull of the East Midlands is too hard to resist. I love my home area - I feel like me the way I never really did here. It's not a yearning, more a recognition of who I am.

Just like football, Alan's coming home.

Ow, ow, ow.

I had a mild dose of the flu just before Chrip. Nothing much to report about: the usual shivers, aches and pains and a hacking cough afterwards.

Oh, yeah: and I broke a rib coughing.

I've just hit the bone knitting stage and I must admit I feel a tad rough for it - muscles ache from the spasming, and I make other muscles (my neck on the other side) ache as I compensate. The cartilage seems to be out too, but all I can do is take it easy.

Come on world! I need your sympathy!