Introduction

As this is the first of hopefully many entries to this weblog, it is my first duty to introduce myself. At the time of writing this, I am a 29 year old human male, approaching that stage in life where I am not yet mature enough to take on full responsibility for my actions, yet established enough in my life and career that I can’t drop everything and start everything again from scratch. Maybe that’s the point of this blog. It’s an imitation of a writing career without any of the pressure of being good. People can read it or not read it. They don’t have to pay for it so they have little right to complain if it’s rubbish. It’s a way of being allowed to spout crap now that it’s too expensive to go to the pub every night. What could be better?

I’ve always thought the idea of writing a blog is slightly arrogant. Kind of like those facebook status updates that tell you how many times Roger has visited the lavatory today or how Mary is vowing never to drink again. Again. That’s the last thing I would want. My aim is not to bore anybody with the minutiae of my life, although for the purposes of journalistic interest, I have been to the toilet a couple of times today and I fully intend to drink again – starting in the next couple of hours.

I am a man of many interests, but few of those interests are deep. I would consider myself slightly above the level of Jack in most trades, but certainly not approaching Master status in any. My life outside work closely resembles the vagueness of the final paragraph of a CV: I enjoy reading and I take a keen interest in sport/music/needlework/pulling the wings off flies, but don’t dare question me too far on any of those interests as I may go all quiet and stare off into the distance.

With this in mind, the intention is that each entry to the blog will comprise various musings from my oft tedious but occasionally interesting life. Different subjects each time, some of which may be interesting, many of which will be repetitive and meandering and almost all of which will contain a good standard of grammar. Inevitably, these musings will veer away from my life to people and subjects of far more interest. News articles, album reviews, knitting patterns; nothing is out of bounds for me.

I therefore advise you, dear reader, to sit back (or forward if you tend to hunch your shoulders like me) and enjoy the ramblings of a dangerously sane man.