I need to start writing again.

It has been just over year since I was offered a job at an anonymous public school in the western suburbs of Melbourne. While it has been a fantastic experience, I need to excercise the part of my brain that writes - at least until school starts again.

But don't expect too much from me yet. Where I was once an adonis who could run a mile in four minutes flat, I am now a fat man who coughs and wheezes when he walks from the metaphorical television to the metaphorical fridge for his tenth slice of pizza before lunch. And, after all this effort, I think I need another slice and a lie down.