Dearest friends.

It has been some time since my last broadcast from the land of milk and honey, so here's something new to tide you over till the next one.

I'm still out of work, through absolutely no fault of my own. This has meant me missing a ton of killer shows, and could mean me ultimately missing a really good job opportunity this month. C'est la vie, and all that, but it's still what the Aussies refer to as a bit of a pisser.

I am, however, finally writing as more than a hobby. In an entirely unpaid capacity I've been hired to write reviews for reputable webzine The Silent Ballet, the first of which should be online pretty soon. It's something I've never pursued, but now that I'm immersing myself in it I'm feeling really excited by writing, for the first time in years. Trouble is, post-review, I find myself speaking and writing in an overly verbose fashion. See? I can't stop. I must seem like more of a pretentious fop than I actually am.

And that's all you need to know right now. There's more, of course, but I'll keep this as light and fluffy as possible, for the darker stuff will probably rear its murky head before too long on here.

Much love. Well, not much, but a little bit.

Peter.