Alright everyone? All cheeky smiles and sunshine I trust.

I thought I'd poke my head around the cyber-door once more to say hello, I'm feeling a bit guilty for not seeing this place tick over and not spending more time with my fellow patriots. In a site dominated by all things American, I feel it vitally important to huddle together in a tight-knit little British community, where chips aren't crisps, footballs are round and Aluminium has two "i's". Let us not forget people they stole our empire.

In case anyone wants to feign the slightest bit of interest about me, I'm a 23 year old comedy writer (please take this statement with a pinch of salt. Writing is one thing I haven't been participating in for a long time. I swear, if WdC was a nudist beach, I'd be the bloke with his trunks on. Oh, and I'm not all that funny either).

I live in Portsmouth on the sunny south coast, by day I'm a simple, mild-mannered Engineer and by night, a cape donning, crime fighting vigilante; a martyr to a safe city. Well, almost anyway. When I say crime fighting, I mean scraps with chavs that hang about outside the Co-op and terrorise the world. Well, almost anyway. When I say scraps, I mean curtain-twitching and Police calling.

The reason I haven't written anything in the tiniest bit creative (bar my C.V., I was a touch creative with that) for a long, long time is that I'm void of any form of inspiration at present. I had a bust up with my Muse; I said some hurtful things that I didn't mean, and now she won't come home.

I also think I've been looking at the world from a conformist's perspective as of late, which is never a good think if you want to Hoover out any form of humour and pawn it off as your own. I need a spark, something new; something to get that domino rally of inspiration started…so I've come in here on a mooch...