Something which recently came up in conversation with my imaginary friend Ted, was that I don’t keep in touch with anyone any more. And actually as it goes, it’s 100% right.

When I was back in sunny Shropshire, I spent all sorts of time on the phone to various warlords arranging the next civil war in Africa, or simply asking if anyone was bored and wanted to go somewhere and cause another traffic accident.

But since being down in London, I have contacted only three people regularly and they are all from my family. Others of course have been left in the dust, bringing up concern by well, three people in Manchester and two in Shrewsbury.

Don’t get me wrong of course, there have been others which have talked to me in the meantime as I happened to have left MSN or Steam online, but aside from that, it appears everyone else has been perfectly fine in the lack of communication.

But that is the very essence of Human nature. Unless you have a vestured interest in someone, you only give them as long as you have to if they are around you. If they are not there in front of you on a regular basis, then after about 5 minutes, you get bored very easily and start playing with that new yo-yo you were saving for a special occasion.

We naturally are very lazy creatures, and being the Lord of Leisure, I have immense expertise in this field and can spot a lazy bastard at 3 paces, because further than that and that means I have to strain myself to look and that goes against the entire ethos of being “leisurely.”

That being said, I haven’t been as active as I should have been and to that end that was more the reason why behind the Twitter feed came to be added to practically everything that I have credentials for, Facebook, the blog and soon the washing machine so you can be updated as to when the spin cycle starts. It was kind of a get out of having to any real work in terms of writing as it’s 160 characters to use and you can sum up your mood very quickly.

I have even started trying to write to various people in order to try and appease others that I’m still technically alive. I do say technically because the time goes on work, some now semi-professional blogging for a computing publication for at least another week providing they don’t get annoyed with the jokes about special people I’ve got lined up, the gaming podcasts for Eggmen have started becoming more regular and the last thing is frankly being leisurely.

Not an awful lot else actually comes up, except maybe when there is washing to put in and maybe some ironing, but that’s what Sundays are for, because there’s bugger all else to do. Well bugger all else around the UK the majority of time, however being in London you can’t really say that. There are tons to do every day if you want to look around, sometimes even for free in the case of museums where if you have trouble sleeping, they’ll sort you out a treat.

Problem is, I really don’t want to. I really don’t want to trudge around the streets of London to find things to do along with thousands of other nutters considering it’s that time of year where people buy tat for loved ones they hate, when I’m perfectly happy at home warming my cockles (perhaps too much) which drinking some more Magners cider and watching Top Gear. In some ways that now makes me the most boring person next to a corpse, and some would argue the corpse moves more.

So after that waffle, what was the point of the post? I suppose it’s an admission that I need to do more to keep in touch with people and perhaps stop being the Lord of Leisure. Oooh, that’s going to be hard.