After a reasonably large period of time hiding from technology, I agreed to let it into my life. Thus, I got my blog on, as an under-sexed student might say from a bad US sitcom (except for the thus bit). What do I plan to do with it? Well, for starters, I don’t plan to stick it up there. The grand plan, if you can call it that, is to celebrate and condemn (in equal measures) those things that shape life, whatever they inspire – to write, to play guitar, to watch to laugh, cry, break stuff or milk a goat. That’s what will be here.
As for the manner in which it’s done, that may be a bit more erratic. I guess that will depend on the time and place and mood and potentially what I’m eating at that point, as to whether I finger-babble a story, rant, poem, random sequence of punctuation or just an ink stain on the trousers of nonsense. So feel free to enjoy, ignore or anything in-between whatever comes out.
And as for the eating thing, I refer to the current state of my fingers. After looking at those olives and agreeing with myself they were the right choice to go with this fine pitta, it appears the keyboard is now an oily mess, whilst a chunk of unmoveable pitta prevents easy use of the V.
Love to all, except Nick Griffin – and, in my most eloquent of moments, fuck him.
P.s. Do blogs have horns? I don’t suppose they do. Disregard my title and blame the houmous.
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