Day one
Self-indulgence is a bad thing, They always told me. Don’t fress, don’t eat that much, especially not before dinner, don’t stay out too late, don’t this, don’t that, blah yaddah bing. Oh, and whatever you do, don’t start a piece of writing with that raging bull of personal pronouns, “I”. You, my boy, are not (necessarily) where it’s at. It ain’t all about you, Sonny Jim (except no-one anywhere near ever – ever – called me Sonny Jim. Let me at least make that clear, right now).
So I should not be writing this. Blogs are for other people, aren’t they? Spruced-up diaries for people who have the time to learn code and trawl the web for new things to imagine they once wanted to do. Except, of course, that’s not true now. Blogs are Important, They say. They are changing the world.
Well, if they’re that important then I’m having one too. Humbly, but with a little cynicism, I boldly go where apparently everyone has already gone.
