One Year on

Despite my present reluctance to elaborate on any of my feelings (either on-line or in life), I felt that today warranted special mention as it marks the first anniversary of my arrival on King Island (yes, April Fool's Day).

I'm tempted to add that it will also be the last anniversary of my arrival on King Island but I'm trying very hard to keep an open mind about such things so will resist such temptation.

Needless to say the day was appropriately enough spent in the cheese factory but the fates conspired to make the day even more memorable than it was already going to be by allowing me my first glimpse of the blue section. Regular readers will not need reminding that my cheese specialisms are camembert and brie, which, while mouldy in their own right, are not blue.

Firstly I must impart the shocking news that it stinks in blue. No great surprise there but people tend to think that a cheese factory would smell full-stop but I'm here today to tell you that what we call the white cheese's do not smell wheras what are commonly known as blue cheeses reek.

Anyway. It was great, not only did I have opportunity to expand my cheese-turning repetoire to include blue cheeses but I also operated a machine which spikes the cheese, thereby allowing the mould to penetrate inside the cheese.

Fantastic.

I was mistaken for a man who is at least 15 years my senior today which was a little dissapointing and reminds me that a year ago I had hope, hair and my hearing. One year on I am depressed, deaf and bald (which doesn't work alliteratively but you can't have everything).