I remember many many years ago coming across a concept known as a “Blog”.

Being in the webby business at the time it piqued a mild interest so I looked it up. Apparently it was short for Web Log and had nothing to do with a particularly large turd. People updated their little sites with their daily activities. In other words, it was a diary.

I used to keep a diary journal and frankly it was boring and tedious most of the time. There might be the odd interesting event like going on a holiday or being arrested for being drunk and disorderly but in the main it was as boring as modern television. The idea of putting this sort of crap in a public arena for the entire world to read struck me as not only an act of crass egotism but also a completely pointless waste of time.

Of course time passed and I started messing around with the software. I stuck it on the Interwebs as a temporary thing while I continued my messing. Somehow I forgot to delete it and nearly fifteen years later this here site is the result. My excuse is that I’m still messing with it so it’s still classed as temporary.

In those days I steered clear of tedious facts and took more delight in flights of fancy. Sometimes facts would creep in but the idea of a diary? Forget it!

The years rolled by, time passed and I duly became older, wiser and a bit more senile. Things were quietening down in my life when along came The Virus. If life was quiet and repetitive before, it was sheer wild abandonment compared to the days that arrived with The Virus. This lark has been going on for over a year now and the days roll into weeks roll into months and nothing much happens. I have taken to idly mentioning what I am at around The Manor and the realisation has hit me – I’m writing a fucking diary! The site has become the one thing I once classed as odious egotism.

I suppose I might as well continue seeing as I have already sunk to this level. I still refuse to call it a “Blog” as that still has connotations of enormous turds. So tune in every day to read my latest exciting exploits. I guarantee to raise the hair on you head with excitement.

Saturday:

Had a lie in this morning.

Got up.

Drank tea.