I’ve decided to start a blog, though I’m not sure I’ll stick with it for more than a few entries. I have a vision of a hugely interesting catalogue of my comings and goings which will thrill and captivate a global audience and thereby make some small contribution to the informationsphere which already consumes hours of you-tube videos every second. I’ll be steering clear of those, in the main, unless I have something remarkable to show you. I did, in fact, make one, once, and I might introduce you later.
Anyway, my name’s Steve, almost-semi-retired-but-frightened-to-commit and almost miserable, but not quite, kept afloat by a passion for attempts to do things I can’t really do, such as playing my guitar, and by the fact that I haven’t yet concluded the marathon starring Walt and Jesse which, after all, has only 65 episodes. Only 7 to go, though. And then there’s Better Call Saul. Anyway, thank god for Netflix.
On this, my first visit to my new blog’s editor, my wife, who shall at this point remain nameless lest I get a letter from the information commissioner’s office, is collecting in the washing from the line outside after a beautiful day here on the south coast. In fact, it was almost 25 degrees here, so I can safely say that summer is almost over barely a fortnight after the clocks sprung forward to announce that the grass is riz. Which it is. I’m looking out of the front room window over six inches of the stuff so the mower will be featuring in a blog entry within a few days.
So… Hello World!