I promise, not you- me - a New Year's resolution: to blog every day. So today is just a flick and a promise. I've had three comments so far one very nice one, from a friend, two nasty ones from strangers who demonstrate a dreadful paucity of language. Anglo-Saxon four-letter words are all very well in their way, nothing wrong with their heritage but English is bigger than that. If you're going to take the trouble to write, make an effort to be more articulate. Another year older, soon soon soon. I'm going to use the blog to assess the years. I'm looking forward to it. Anon, anon.
Are you still there?
I am too. There, I mean, here.
I think this is the main reason we still write and send Christmas (or Hanukah or whatever) cards every year, just to reassure people that we are still on this planet and have a few marbles left to play with. It reminds me of a beer parlour game we used to play. One of the participants leaves the room and everyone has to guess who's left. It was remarkable how many people didn't know if the'd left. It depended on how much beer they'd had., Well, you had to be there - that was the point. You had to be there. Still do. I am. Here.