Introductory post

Ooh, a blank canvas. A tool for me to turn pirouettes, streak nudely, throw mud at and do what I like on. A blank canvas reeks of possibility and before I have even begun, Attila the wife has criticised the name of it. This is the woman who just blew her nose into a hanky, proudly showed me a green glowing globule of snot and then told me it is the same word in Danish. So the name stays thank you very much.

"Hmmm..." Jono dans la pensée
Taken at the Mussel Inn, Golden Bay. Go there, it's fab-ooo-lus.

I suppose there had better be a reason for the creation of this blog and some sort of justification for sharing my thoughts with the rest of the world. I would like to imagine that I am too pretty not to appear on the internet and if someone is going to publish pictures of my boobs it ought to be me. Other flimsy rationales include that I just want to, I like writing and I have some pretty clear opinions on things that either amuse me, confound me or irritate me. I also want to share in the things that bring me joy: things like chutney, making sausages, making faces, the thought of the next pint. I'm a bit of a simpleton really. A chutney-loving, sausage and face making, pint dreaming simpleton. Conversely, I want to share in the things that move me to anger and there will be a photo-journal included of things that can get fucked. So as I sit developing what was a stark, bare white page, I invite you to read, enjoy and peruse my new blog. Grab a cup of tea, a cheering pint or ruminative whisky and share my developing dream. 


You may even get to see my boobs.