The SuperBeau plane is back on the tracks

SuperBeau fans,

I'm back. Did you miss me?

It's been a tough couple of weeks.

I'll be the first to admit that after my glorious prime time debut, I suffered a case of 'second week syndrome'. Kind of like Daniel Mortimer, but I'm better looking (and my first week was better than his).

Sometimes its hard for the average Joe to comprehend just what life in the public glare is like.

Like Jarryd Hayne, I sometimes struggle to live up to the constant burden of mammoth expectation which surrounds everything I think, say or do.

Like Daniel Fitzhenry, I sometimes feel that I'm running aimlessly around in circles.

And like Mel Gibson, I'm very fucking particular about the proper preparations for having a jacuzzi.

Sometimes I wonder whether it is all worth it.

But then I look at the burgeoning stats for this blog (10,000 hits this week, rounding up to the nearest 10,000) and I remember why I got into this business in the first place. That is, to get really fucking offensively famous. And thanks to you, I'm almost there.

Still, even the awesome-est amongst us need to relax sometimes. So I'm taking a weekend off to recharge by fishing in the TigerBoat, and drinking from the TigerFridge. And then its back full-time to part-time blogging. Strap yourselves in.