So, here then is yet another blog - and I'll be honest - I'll probably prattle on about shit that doesn't matter to you or anyone except me and maybe my publicity agent (Greg you haven't called!) The digital confessional. maybe I should have just called the blog that.
but who cares, if you're actually interested in this stuff - interested in these pointless ravings from someone who is essentially a complete stranger, well good for you. You've got to be interested in something I suppose and it sure beats razor blades in the bath.
Or does it?
I like a good shave.
This blog is in honor of my grandfather who died 12 years ago this year. The name is an anagram of his name.
My how time flies when you're dead. So perhaps it's a bit odd dedicating this blog to him since it's not really the sort of thing he would have been into - although you never knew with him - he loved his computers dearly - but nonetheless he was the sort of guy who just wouldn't stop thinking about stuff. Perhaps he and I have that in common. Either that or he and I and every other human being on the planet has that in common but the evidence really doesn't fit with the theory if you know what i mean.
That's not to say you should be expecting anything overly profound here either, profane is more likely, but if you find yourself still reading, maybe we can have something to chat about. And let's face it - who doesn't want weirdos on the internet to read their inner most thoughts. ?
So granddad was a poet. I remember him telling me his first poem, which he wrote when he was five ...
I wish I was a mushroom
underneath a tree
so all the little fairy folk
could come and sit on me
The evidence that he did not turn out gay is writing this blog - I'll feature more of his stuff as the weeks go on and on and we all live our dreary lives together, dammit i need a drink
cya
R
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