Christy Biscuits!

Mothers, something mumble something daughters! Having received literally zero letters, emails, pages, telegrams, press conferences, public announcements and Ancient Greece-style messengers, by no ones demand the Kinda Hazy Blog returns from the wilderness! Not so much fireworks, more a single party popper and crumpled party hat. 

Yeah, I'm doing this again. If there was anyone who religiously read each post, I must start by apologising for what has now been an eight month (!) absence. And in all honesty, only at maybe one or two points during that three quarters of a year have I even thought about writing something on here. Not that I haven't wanted to, but I just haven't thought of anything interesting enough to merit a full blog post. I think Twitter may have stunted me. Why save up all the little snippets on nonsense that appear in my head when I can fire them off in 140 character bullets that no one cares about? Anyway, in an ongoing campaign to get my shit together, I've decided to spend my free time doing something at least somewhat productive. Goodness knows how fruitful this endeavour will turn out (it's going quite so far, I think. No? Just me?), but I'm hoping to stick at it for as long as possible.

I don't actually have a direction with this post beyond it being something of a comeback, but I should probably explain the title. No, I haven't released a brand of Messiah based nibbles. No, I'm not seeing the eminent heiress of the wealthy and powerful Biscuit dynasty. No, I haven't (quite) lost my mind (yet). In actual fact, I remember reading somewhere that the best blogs have titles which immediately grab potential readers attentionseses, and what's more attention-grabbing that someone exclaiming "Christy Biscuits!" Not much, I'll say that.

So, to summarise, expect the same, but more of. The same. More of the same. Unless in the eight month gap 'the same' has become nothing. In which case expect something completely different from the same. But not different in terms of subject matter. Although I suppose their is no real particular subject in this blog. Expect things, I guess. Not just anything, though. Written things, about stuff. Like this. So more of the same. Wait. I've gone too deep. Where's DiCaprio? Unless we're too deep and I'm just going to keep washing up on a Japanese beach,

On a side note, I like to think he actually got back his kids at the end, if only because he gets battered in that film. You watch your wife lose her mind then kill herself, you're not allowed to ever see your kids and Michael Caine is your dad/step-dad, which is frankly impossible to live up to, even for Leo. Although personally, and as awful as it sounds, I might have stayed with Marion Cotillard in the dream world (I know that wouldn't technically possible, I'm just saying). This is mainly because they're not my kids, but also because she's a favourite of mine. A proper old-school Hollywood actress; classy, cool, capable and just enough danger to keep you on your toes.

Anyway, I've revealed too much. Main points: sorry for gap, Christy Biscuits, expect more, Marion Cotillard. And a very good day to you, Sirs and Madams, until we meet again.