umm, where to start...?....?
I was going to start with (x), but perforce I must start with (y), which is "Blogger has a brand new bag", or something to that effect. I had to read the instructions (anathema to a bloke, y'know) in order to get to here, although - in keeping with traditional VVB wryness and circumlocutery - I don't know exactly where here is. In fact, better make that "here."
No, attention. Of course I do, I am now at (x), which was that I was talking to a friend, in person, at the weekend about blogs and blogging and he mentioned this here VVB (once was chateau, now seaside-ish) and I says, I says to him, that I don't write much any more and he replies, that yes he has noticed this.
Which - I says to him - means he must be coming past to read here.
So, as night surely follows day, we are now jointly and severally at (z), which is that nothing bloody well changes, I have nothing particularly interesting to write about, so why on earth do people - well let's assume the plural, shall we - drop past?
'Cos it's like the human condition, innit? That's what we all write about, devastating insights into the human condition that, by the time they are rendered into the written word, by some strange mutation are less than insightful than originally envisaged.
It's unfortunate: well it's a lot of things, but unfortunate certainly ranks amongst the things it is.
During the same conversation at (x) above, said same interlocutor reminded me that I hadn't finished the series about the cars. Quite correct, I haven't, and to do so I'd need to go back and try to find all the ones I did write so as to know which ones remain unrepresented. Does Blogger's brand new bag (C) (tm) do that, I wonder?
It would be extraordinarily unfortunate if it didn't, nicht war?
Anyway I am now again scouring the layout of the Brand New Bag, there are lots of twiddly things which it might be fun to play with one day.
However for now I must away - an early start awaits (business breakfast - what a stupid idea, where do people come up with this stuff?). We have no further insights into the human condition - well, maybe you do - and I need a new obsession to make this place meaningful again. Trouble is, I am less obsessed about things than I used to was. Which is - on reflection - probably a good thing.
Au revoir, mes amis.