So here I am...blogging.

It's the first time I've ever bothered to unleash my disjointed train of thought into the world wide web - not that I want this to be read by you, the unsuspecting cyber surfer. No, what I intend to do with this chunk of  information space which I have been freely offered by 'blogger.com' (in return for doing absolutely nothing it should be noted - such is the way of the internet's economy) is to fill it with my overspilling thoughts, as most of us (including Albus Dumbledore) have done for centuries...although it seems that a hardbacked diary, or indeed a penseive, is too old fashioned now to entertain this particular indulgence.

So it begins, I am sure before long I shall have abandoned this sudden creative motivation, and likely swapped this literary expression for some artistic or (even less likely) musical pursuit. Alas, I may well return to this 'cyber diary' and create something worthy of reading by someone...even if only myself, so it is worth my waste of time now to prepare for this future event.

I must admit that I am astonished by the ease of creation of this blogging space which I am allowed to merrily fill with wasteful knowledge and forgotten wisdom - which is of little importance to anybody, but myself and my peers for whom it is mildly amusing. If the internet can be so easily filled with junk by anybody with access to it then surely we face and overload of so called 'bloggers' and reading them will become as mundane and pointless and checking somebody's facebook timeline. It's as if the world suddenly has unprecedented access to each other's private thoughts, memories and aspirations, resulting in the devaluation of all those 'blogs' out there which have genuinely important subject matter and are worth reading.

From this line of reasoning I've come to conclude that I should try to make this blog as purposeful and worthy of reading as possible. I'll try to focus on the stuff which in real life I have developed too much of a point of view, so that those of you who might find it interesting can do so without having to tolerate my simultaneous intoxicated state of expression i.e. drunkeness.

I hope you enjoy whatever follows; including this uncanny tone of an eighteenth century gentleman politician with which I paradoxically write. For those of you who know me I'm sure you have been as surprised as I am by this.  Anyway thanks for getting to the end; I myself am astonished that I'm still here, and perhaps we'll enjoy more pointless philosophical word vomit in the future together.