this seems strange to begin my life on a computer, it is the start of something new. for years now all i have done is write. at work while on the phone i would be reading then pausing, sipping a fresh brew of coffee, then write. the people on the other end of the phone would either hang up or wait while i read them my new poem. i did not get the sales but such is life. i would use my pen to make a lady cry, not by force or anything harsh, just with a little spoonful of love. now comes the time when i feel the need to express this to others, in the hope you feel happy, sad but all in all just great. the time here in new zealand is around 9.00am. still not yet fully over the jet lag from england, its only been two weeks. started the day by being dropped of on the hard shoulder of a motorway 1 hour away from town and told by my brother in law to hitch a ride to work. not what you want to do with a hang over and no water to cure. just stick your thumb out he said. right mate. so i found a bus stop, came back into town and here i sit trying to begin my life. good luck.