"Art is not a mirror with which to reflect the world; it is a hammer with which to shape it"

Saturday, 31 July 2010

General Rejoicing!

Well, I really didn’t think I’d be in the reasonably happy position of seeing that screen. I’ll save the details for why ‘till later. But I’m just glad to see that screen. (And yes, I know I should be using Firefox!)

So, the 10 pages are in, they’ve got an all Sondheim programme with Bryn Terfel on the Proms right now, Misfits later, it’s a Grand Prix weekend, the cats have finally been fed (might even feed myself), sheep may safely graze and all is right with the world.... well, until tomorrow morning...

“We are on the brink of a new era if only...”

Monday, 12 July 2010

The Sequel

So.... it’s been a while, ain’t it?

Not dead yet.

It’ll take more than life to kill me.

Hope you missed me. To be honest I didn’t hear too much wailing or gnashing of teeth and where on earth was the rending of garments? Guess there’s a recession on....

Basically, I’ve been busy and, annoyingly, an old illness snuck up on me, jumped me in the car park and, let’s just say, a fracas ensued... all a bit like Philo Beddoe against Wilson in the end of that film.

Hope you enjoyed my shamelessly bumping my post count up but I noticed I was perilously close to the ton and, lo, this is “Post 101”: the worst post in the world? It’s Post Zero.... a new start. Hopefully, I’ll be posting a little more often but I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep. But I’ll try and get something up when I’ve got the spare energy; though it would be nice to have some energy to start with, spare or otherwise.

I haven’t been keeping up with what people have been splurging out their brainpans of late so if I cover anything already dealt with or tread on someone’s toes I can only apologize in advance.



You can cut and paste that into your eyes each time I screw up...

I still haven’t worked out what on earth this site’s for but it’s not stopped the other three billion internet-active people in the world from blathering away endlessly about nothing whatsoever (especially those who comment on YouTube). The only question that remains is shall I tell the truth or lie prolifically and tell you extraordinary and exciting tales from my amazingly exceptional and event-packed life.

I shall consult my monkey-butler once I get out this champagne-filled gilt-lined zero-gravity Jacuzzi-pool...