Happy New Year readers!
When Mrs WeeKeef set me up in these here parts she was, I believe, hoping that these hallowed pages would allow me to vent my increasingly grumpy old man tendencies. Instead, she is frequently frustrated by the fact that I spend an extra couple of days trying to wring every last semi-colon out of my brain before committing to print (screen?).
And, of course, she is right in a way. Every entry here is a hilarious gem of wisdom – but I fully realise that only I think so. That’s OK. I’m aware of my own faults.
But, while I don’t want this to be the sort of intermittent diary most beloved of sophomore girls in pink-tinged movies (Alicia Silverstone, you know who you are), there is some scope for a little more spontaneity. Room to record passing events of note or concern. Freedom to rant, occasionally.
And so I am resolved to visit a little more often, tag more meaningfully, and generally waste even more time in 2010 than I did in 2009.
Well, she only has herself to blame.