But who was that caped crusader?

Or thats what people would say had I been wearing a cape.

Yes, I'm sorry I'm back in London and obviously very busy with it.

London's changed - a lot. The London I left (see my very first post - it's not too far down I promise) was always summer and warm and pleasant and exciting. The London I'm back to is grimey, miserable and nervous.

It's a sad 'fact of life' that kids these days are being shot/stabbed/beaten left, right and centre. No area these days can be looked on as a safe one and the numbers of kids falling is ever growing.

So you may be surprised - though not half as surprised as I was today when I boarded my Tube on my way home. Some 'yoofs' had decided to have a water fight. I got wet. I saw red.

Next thing I know I'm standing up towering over one of the 'yoofs' forcefully asking what he thought he was playing at. Oddly he didn't seem to hear me so I reiterated my point. He seemed more interested in looking away so I reached into my pocket, pulled out my TfL staff pass rammed it under his nose and asked to see the 'yoofs' Oyster card so that I could confiscate it for the 'yoof' breaching the behavior clause - Ha! no more free travel for you sonny! Much to my annoyance he had a paper ticket which I inspected carefully. I handed it back and quite amazingly they all decided that this was their stop. It blatantly wasn't as I knew know from the ticket where they were going.

I felt good. I felt powerful. I was smiled at by a woman who had obviously been suffering these little pricks since Wimbledon.

But as the title of this post says - Who was that? It really oughtn't have been me. That's not who I am; I'm the timid one that doesn't make eye contact. Not anymore methinks.

Maybe I've found my fire again. In this respect at least.

In other news the civil (relationship) war is over and MCM and I have drawn up peace agreements and while there may still be the occasional resistance uprising, calm is very quickly restored.

MLA continues to grow and astound - she is the cause and solution to most of my problems. The cause as I still hate not being the utopian family unit I wanted for her but solution as she has power more than any medicine. No matter how I'm feeling, even if its euphoric, MLA can make me feel even better.

And now back to my age old whinge.

It's crap being single. I've fished on certain websites and have met and had a handful of dates with a handful of girls. Some were plain, some were dull, some were just plain dull. I am in no doubt that my confidence has grown and I have no problem meeting new people, but I am always left wanting. Wanting for more conversation, wanting for more attention, wanting for more wanting. Some of them I met and there was more spark in a box of damp matches, and I was wondering if I could get away with saying I'd urgently been called back into work - but who needs an urgent reply to a complaint about TfL at 9 pm??

So for now I continue to tread my path alone. Valentines was spent with a certain person and we went to see Zorro. I emplore you to see it - it's wonderful. It was a wonderful night. I had bought the tickets and insisted we were to look good. I went for a haircut and cut-throat shave and came back to slip into my best pin-stripes. Certain person was slinky in satin and we stepped out to the West End. I had the best night in a long time. Someetimes I wonder, what if certain person really is 'a certain person'? God knows how she put up with me at times but always ready with a hug and a kind word - don't get me wrong she can be ready with an unkind word just as quickly but thankfully these aren't as frequent.

I dunno, time will tell I guess - but then maybe it's just too late. Maybe I'm feeling needy. Spring approaches so I will invariably feel the need to make nest at some point. I'm just fed up being/accommodating the cuckoo.

You must excuse me now - I have to restock my utility belt and whip the batmobile down to the Esso garage.