So this is it.

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Why Now? Why Not.

I know I'm good at this, people have liked my writing for many a year and I've run out of excuses for not publishing anything of substance. So, by doing this I've committed myself to writing and publishing the rare joys and plentiful struggles of living life as an introverted, shy and generally unremarkable chap.

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Why now? Why not? That’s about as much justification as I can muster. I’m 51, I enjoy the satisfying clatter of keys beneath my fingers, and I find some joy in crafting sentences that poke fun at society, its daily imbecilities, and the strange events that unfold in the shadowy corners of my quiet little life. I won’t pretend to be politically correct, and I certainly won’t apologise for having opinions; many of which may offend, amuse, or both. I know what pleases me. I know what grates. But I’m not so far gone that I can’t change my mind, or be challenged by yours.

 

Is this my first blog post? I’ve no idea.

It might be. Or maybe it’s just an amuse-bouche, something to leave you mildly intrigued and slightly peckish for more. If it is the first post, I should probably write something meaningful. But nothing of note has happened today. Nothing that would justify a proper “first post.” Then again, if you’re not already subscribed, do you really deserve my first proper post?

 

And for those of you who actually know me: rest assured, your time will come. You’ll be mentioned; insulted, flirted with, or gently ridiculed. Possibly all. And the only way you’ll know is if you keep reading.