I know I’ve been absent for a while but I’ve got a couple of excuses and they come in this order (a) work (lots of that), (b) I’m getting married in November, (c) I’m moving house in May, (d) J’accuse is currently undergoing some background tweaks in the little spare time that is left after a,b and c.

Anyhoo. We’ve got a few posts coming up about representation (the divorce referendum) and freedom of expression the Farrugia vs Caruana Galizia vs role of the press and blogs. Meanwhile look around the blog and try printing some posts. We’re hoping that some of the tweaks will be working to your advantage.

Finally a big, big secret has started to take shape. A new prime address on the internet. I am not allowed to say more for now but you will not be disappointed.

We’ve heralded the new year with an influenza virus. Thinking positively ahead though and will be back with you as soon as the head feels less like a barrel of bile and snot. Patience.

It has to be so. There’s the whole of Europe glazed in a thick coating of ice and snow and this island is literally basking in the sun. There’s this weird sensation of the weather outdoors being warmer than the humid indoors and their is the very very strange feeling of seeing a band of Santa Clauses (it’s like a phrase but holier) dancing away with the setting sun shining in their faces. I cannot complain. Having escaped the blockade that is currently harassing the European Mainland I am enjoying the basking in the sun. Verily so.

It’s hectic – caught between Xmas shopping, catching up with friends and acquaintances and of course kicking off the wedding preparations – there’s no time to rest. We will not give you and inside out diary of the wedding business but a little window here and there throughout the year highlighting most of my gaffes will be a staple. It’s a long way till November. Meanwhile I am back for a very pleasant five-a-side match in Floriana with bits and pieces of the historical Deportivo Estudiantes Football, Cricket and Cacti and Succulent Appreciation Society & Club. There’s still something in these old bones (4 goals to my name).

Next on the agenda a trip to the capital tomorrow. Today I managed to get lost in Hamrun while trying to replace my rental car. Kept getting to the wrong end of Villambrosa Street but the directions I was given were hilarious. It seems that no one in Hamrun knows their left and their right. Seriously. They would be very friendly and embark on a huge amount of sign language ending in “Imbaghad dur fuq din”. “Din” being the hand which indicates the direction. They would use their free hand to point at the hand in whose direction you should turn. I’ll try recording myself imitating a direction giver to get this through…

Anyways in case anyone of the usual readers is in or around VLT tomorrow morning you can SMS me on seven nine seven five one one one one. It’s the easiest way for me to organise some kind of meeting. I’ll be heading to Pi first. That’s Rupert’s art gallery in Archbishop Street.

Time to get some deserved sleep. Hadn’t written one of these personal posts for some time now. G’nite.

J’accuse will be on the move from this afternoon. An early trip to Frankfurt to (hopefully) avoid the snowstorm and then an early flight to Malta tomorrow. Weather permitting, of course. We’ll be back blogging from P-ville from Saturday.