Its been like 4 months of normalness and I've come to realise how much i miss the bris furry crew. I hate being part of groups when I'm injured or feeling down so I've taken a break to try and get out of my shitful mood and try to fix myself a little.

On paper I have a dislocated hip, nerve damage in my right arm and some ligament damage in my left ankle, so I have alot of recovery to do but thankfully I am no longer feeling so depressed.

The reason why? Funnily enough i stumbled across a remedial massage therapy clinic called "Tigerfly" and low and behold I'm getting some serious result. The guy dubbed "Possum" who I receive treatment from is an Ex-Australian Olympic team Physio and he's the only person I've met who you I would beg to put me in pain. With a grip I'm sure he could break bones with and 20 years of experience, there isn't really anyone I've every met i can compare him with.


The fact that I've come across a clinic that has such a furry title, business card and staff, so inadvertently, it seems that it's almost a coincidental calling. So I have decided to return and venerate the many furs who I left behind without explanation, who I owe alot to as furiends and fellow Australians.


Heads up to kibs, hats, warrigal, fuh, ktie and many others, get ready to have your socks rocked..