Having your precious man parts lovingly cradled while simultaneously being repeatedly punched in the face is a very strange feeling. The gentle warming glow of a familiar armchair bathed in the light of a flickering fire offset with the abject anguish of being utterly lost in a foreign land wanting to curl into a foetal ball.
A confusing and unpleasant mental image to be sure, but it’s the best way I can find to describe the feeling I got today while I was tidying virtually. I came across an old unlabelled CDR which it turned out contained an email archive. I loaded the archive up and took a quick spin through the emails contained within. It was some emails from May 2002, a proverbial blast from the past, which caught my eye and wedged themselves uncomfortably into my mind. I suspect that rather strange feeling may take a while to shake.