I've got approximately 13 better things to be getting on with than this right now, which is why it exists (I'm putting the 'pro' into procrastination). Now if you know me (and if you don't how on Earth did you end up here? you will be most disappointed) you know I hate the word and, to be honest, the whole nature of 'blogs'. I'm not quite down with "yesterday i had a sandwich it was quite nice now i'm going to watch lost lost is ace!!!!!!" and all that. Actually thinking about it I love that shit. It's just the word really, which is short for 'big log' I believe? No? Well it should be.
Anyway, we're hurtling towards summer which means I either am going to do nothing at all for four months - which hasn't really worked out for me in the past - or have to find something to occupy me. And before you suggest smoking sack fulls of tac and watching American sitcoms I have also tried that, while fun for a bit it soon palls. So...this brings to me my only real option, writing things. But I've been a bit out of practice so I'm going to get back into the swing of things by writing about events, people and snack products that have amused me or interested me through the week - or day if I get really into it. If you want to read them they will be here. In case you were getting worried there will be no poetry or song lyrics.
I don't really have that many interests so expect much of what appears to focus around; crisps, cricket, Jose Mourinho, whichever exponent of girl-pop I've taken to that week, cheap wine, cricket, Pete Doherty, sweets, the latest indie/new-rave/electro/skiffle bandwagon that i've jumped on and idle Toon transfer gossip. I will also be scattering wild predictions around like Harmison with the new ball (Steve Harmison 'tries too hard' against India) so that on the off chance that any turn out to be right I'll be all like 'Yeah I said that ages ago man'.
See you's in a bit.
P.S. Please write to me and correct my grammar, I love it.
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