It seems like every bugger in the world has one of these things now. So, ever the trendsetter, I decided it was about time I had one. What can I say, it legitimises everyone elses' if I'm in on the act.
What will you see here, dear reader? Oh great... now I've managed to start the all-important first post like every brainless blogging moron in the world. Why don't I just surrender and say, "OMFG!!!11 Thz iz teh BlOg!!!1 Luv to..." and a bunch of screen names, first names and nicknames. Honestly, dear reader, if I ever reach that point, I hereby give you permission to shoot me. (my death, however, will remain a common crime without written confirmation that I have, indeed, turned into a leet-speaking buffoon. Application forms available at reception - one per customer, please.)
No, but really. What are you likely to see here? Not hellish much, I'll be honest. I'm being perfectly up front about who I am and what I do, so there's little to no chance of seing any great secrets or exciting information. I keep my sordid affairs, drug problems and insider information on my OTHER blog* - the one you're not getting the address to. I won't even keep a Pepys-like account of ever time I have a... well, let's just say that if you're familiar with the diaries of Samuel Pepys (the unedited editions) you'll know what I'm talking about - right, intellectuals? ;) eh? eh? SAY! NO! MORE!
OK then, here's a hint. I need glasses and, if his diaries are to be believed, so did he. Badly.
But what you WILL see are inane ramblings, random nonsense and a lot of spelling and grammatical innacuracies. Dictionaries are not only for cheats, they are for people who have the time and inclination to do research. Feh.
So what's the point? If there are no secrets, no rumours, no hand-shandy tabulation (well, there goes subtelty out the window) what will there be? Quite frankly I don't know. Spelling errors for sure... other than that, who knows? Let's find out together, shall we?
*Other blog may not exist.