After leaving CliffCentral back in July, I’m no longer on ‘suicide watch’. Truth be told, I was never on suicide watch. As clichéd as it may sound I have been happy. An unusual feeling for me, because I am not a happy person.
My sudden departure from radio after 21 years was confusing to many. People probably thought I was going through some profound traumatic process. I suspect the CliffCentral team thought I’d lost my marbles, and I’d come to my senses after a week, begging for my job back. Gareth thought I was just looking for attention, and wasn’t really seriously gone. The fact is that: On 21 July 2015 I overslept yet again, was woken up at 6.15am by Gareth’s new whipping boy Flax, and groggily realised I was way too old for the radio gig. Then I went back to sleep.
The best part of my ‘new’ life is that I now wake up at a normal time and no-one shouts at me when I fart in my cubicle. But let me stop here about my happiness – as no-one likes a gloater. The basic human condition is that one (secretly) derives pleasure from the misery of others i.e. shadenfreude. So here is the bad news to brighten up your day. I weigh 136kg, my wife won’t let my cycle of weekends as she nags me to work harder at our fledging perfume business and my anal fistula has still not healed.
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