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So, I have been putting my holiday selfies through AI to make them anime so that I can post them where friends and family can see them without my being geolocated by the enemy and getting an express airmail delivery of TNT. Then I started going back and doing it to older ones just because I find...

Back in country on a new contract. Business as usual; ragtag bunch of misfits from all over, put together to do 'special jobs'. So far, I'm first guy here, so I'm waiting around on the base, getting lots of funny looks. I'm not excatly low visibility, I suppose: from bottom to top, I'm wearing...

I leave for the war next weekend. After that, my friend has a lead on a few suspiciously well-paif contracts in Africa and at least one group in Asia. Nice to be in demand, I suppose. I have come to accept that I will never see my children again and all I can do is to stay busy.

She cancelled. Things have been bad lately, but I had her company to look forward to. I can't do this anymore.

Reminding myself that I have a date tomorrow with a goth girl half my age whose response to 'do you want to hang out some.time?' was 'hell, yeah!'

I will not see my children before I go back to the war. I don't know how to put it in to words.

Oh yeah, I know that. I was just wryly amused by the sequence of songs. It's like they had my ipod hooked up. I moved on to another bar, chatted to a couple of folk, then a goth girl arrived who I had a nice night with a few weeks back. We spent the whole night chatting, sang Master of Puppets...

The pub I'm in appears to be playing a playlist specifically designed to f*ck with me, so...EVERYTHING The last four songs have been Rock the Casbah (reminds me of an old mentor who served in Op Granby), Fortunate Son (yeah, just...yeah...), Comfortably Numb (reminds me of my time training for...

After her less-than-subtle hints about her mood during our last conversation and her prolonged silence, I am increasingly concerned the Drone Girl has rage quit life. 'Distraught' doesn't quite cover the state I am in just now.

TThe lol The symptoms of senility are clear to see. His Sudafed addiction is common knowledge. It's believed to be the cause of his equally widely known fecal incontinence. His draft-dodging is a matter of public record. They failed to redact the Epstein files properly and his paedophilia is...

He's a senile, drug-addicted, illiterate, draft-dodging paedophile who has literally no concept of the greater good.

Shit's f*cked, isn't it? At least I have no shortage of potential employment opportunities after this next tour; Iran, Sudan, Thailand, Taiwan, Greenland, Mexico, Canada, the coming Great American Clusterf*ck.... I only fight for Good Guys and I'm pretty cheap, all things considered (villains...

Drone Girl just let slip in our chat that she's suicidal. I told her to come back to the war with me. I can keep an eye on her there. Better to be with people who understand. If needs be, it's better to face death on your feet and surrounded by friends, rather than sobbing in a little ball in...

Myself. Had my first shower in a week at a girl’s house before doing things for which one does not want to be smelly. I should shower every day, I know. I just can't get back into the habit. I've been back for two months now. I might have a bath later, but I'm hungover as shit right now. I...

Beer. Then rum. Now brandy. I do eat, but I like drinking better.

Don't know if I'd call her a hero for doing it, but my friend inadvertently saved my life last night. We were meant to be going for dinner, but she cancelled. Turned out she'd had a breakdown and was heading into the loony bin for an emergency assessment. She apologised for cancelling and...

They called us 'Ghosts' over there. Certainly f*cking feel like one.

My whole vibe these days.

I picked up a pack of sleeping tablets (diphenhydramine hydrochloride) because I'm exhausted and still on alert five status all the damned time. Now I'm sitting and staring at the box lime it is a gigantic, venomous spider. I feel distinctly unsafe, now, because I know damned well that I'm one...

I went book shopping and, while looking for a nice new fantasy world to get lost in, found this: I feel weirdly called out? 'Seen', as they say? Anyway, I bought it, naturally.

A slightly bastardised Sunday lunch; roast chicken, veg and chips. With nice thick gravy. Even had soup for a starter and cheese and crackers after. It breaks my heart to eat it by myself, but I have to make the effort. Like I told the quack at the loony bin when she asked if I was managing to...

Ha. Haha. Haaaa. I'm not okay.

For Comic Con.

You know his breakdown at the end? Yeah, that's me for the last five weeks. Constantly.

Noswaith dda, bobl. I'm listening to a Welsh lesson. The most intense love of my life was a crazy ginger Welsh girl, whose deep pride in her culture and efforts to teach me her language left me with a love of them, as well as her. Also, a lot of my religion's writings are in Welsh.