Back in October, 2016, I stepped away from blogging. I believed I’d run out of steam. The truth was, for a whole host of reasons and, as B.B. King might have recognised, the thrill had gone. I may have become too self-critical and, at the same time, uncharacteristically shy about having my say. But blogs are in fact the ideal places to verbally let it all hang out. There are zillions of personal spaces currently looking for a foothold in the ether. Many more have attained archive status or are simply withering from neglect. So here I am, putting another one in the mix. I mean, who’s going to notice another occasional airing of opinion and observation, eh?
Visitors who stumble into this blog shouldn’t be alarmed. They’ll just find a 62 year old bloke having his say about something or nothing. Feel free to heckle, but as Liz Taylor reminded the crowd at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert, 1991, “I’ll get off in a minute. I’ve got something to say.” To which you might, of course, feel inclined to reply in the manner of Reggie Kray, “Look, you’ve got nothing to say and you’re saying it too loudly.”
Trump looking to duke it out with North Korea, warnings of an imminent global cyber-attack, the prospect of sushi lovers having their bodies invaded by parasites, Jay Z’s personal fortune edging toward $1bn. Where’s Troy Tempest when you need him?!