first post.
So here we are...the sacred first post.Does it stick in your mind like your first day at school or your first bonk? I wonder. I fear that if I analyze this too much I might succumb to "writers block".....which would hardly be useful,as well as being something of a record. The First Post however is surely pivotal and presents several unique problems.For a start, the writer is looking to "set the tone" for their particular and personal magnum opus and secondly........er,I may come back to this point, but for now I am over- complicating matters.For I have just had the thought of telling you what I did yesterday.....which for my journal purposes is an admirable starting point,I'm sure you'll agree.
I awoke in a rather drab,featureless town called Borehamwood.Featureless that is,apart from the fact that my Mum lives there. I,somewhat begrudgingly,spent some rare quality time with her over breakfast before embarking on a day trip to central London! I have said that I live in Norwich now, so this excursion was an all too rare treat. I purchased my travel ticket from the local newsagent and felt rather like an elated teenager buying their first Red Bus Rover...remember? I had no work or appointments and the great metropolis beckoned with the promise of a few stolen hours.........
I wont bore you by retracing my footsteps.Those much loved and well remembered footsteps which led me to places of interest and scenes of triumph and disaster from my occasionally glorious city past......but I will recommend that you try and avoid London of some time,only to return to it with fresh and wide eyes.The merest trifles assume a commanding and fascinating presence.......blue plaques were read out loud and even the interminable queue outside Madame Tussauds seemed curiously enchanting....where once it was just in the way........
I managed to meet up with my old partner in crime C, for a quick lunch.She looked very well I have to say..replete with a suntan which the barren winter of Norfolk doesn't provide.On my return to the suburbs I met up with another old, and long unseen sparring partner. Over a pint we mulled over the highlights and low-lights of our 30's thus far.We came to the stunningly obvious conclusion that meeting Kylie was probably the highlight. After stating the blindingly obvious,as two blokes in a pub are almost obliged to do,we parted in good spirits.
I returned to Norfolk late at night,grabbed a few hours sleep.Drove to the north coast,taught a disabled boy how to reverse a car around a corner,had an ice-cream on the beach and then wrote this...strange but true. Tonight I shall await the presence of Sir David Beckham upon the barely touched turf of the new Wembley....strange that his re-appearance in the England team should coincide with England's first game at the new stadium,against Brazil or all people,with the cameras of the world present.....not for him the journalist free, footballing wasteland that is Andorra........his "people" are truly from the Gods. Coincidence?....ha...the odds are enormously against it being a coincidence...
So there it is...the first post...didn't hurt did it?
I awoke in a rather drab,featureless town called Borehamwood.Featureless that is,apart from the fact that my Mum lives there. I,somewhat begrudgingly,spent some rare quality time with her over breakfast before embarking on a day trip to central London! I have said that I live in Norwich now, so this excursion was an all too rare treat. I purchased my travel ticket from the local newsagent and felt rather like an elated teenager buying their first Red Bus Rover...remember? I had no work or appointments and the great metropolis beckoned with the promise of a few stolen hours.........
I wont bore you by retracing my footsteps.Those much loved and well remembered footsteps which led me to places of interest and scenes of triumph and disaster from my occasionally glorious city past......but I will recommend that you try and avoid London of some time,only to return to it with fresh and wide eyes.The merest trifles assume a commanding and fascinating presence.......blue plaques were read out loud and even the interminable queue outside Madame Tussauds seemed curiously enchanting....where once it was just in the way........
I managed to meet up with my old partner in crime C, for a quick lunch.She looked very well I have to say..replete with a suntan which the barren winter of Norfolk doesn't provide.On my return to the suburbs I met up with another old, and long unseen sparring partner. Over a pint we mulled over the highlights and low-lights of our 30's thus far.We came to the stunningly obvious conclusion that meeting Kylie was probably the highlight. After stating the blindingly obvious,as two blokes in a pub are almost obliged to do,we parted in good spirits.
I returned to Norfolk late at night,grabbed a few hours sleep.Drove to the north coast,taught a disabled boy how to reverse a car around a corner,had an ice-cream on the beach and then wrote this...strange but true. Tonight I shall await the presence of Sir David Beckham upon the barely touched turf of the new Wembley....strange that his re-appearance in the England team should coincide with England's first game at the new stadium,against Brazil or all people,with the cameras of the world present.....not for him the journalist free, footballing wasteland that is Andorra........his "people" are truly from the Gods. Coincidence?....ha...the odds are enormously against it being a coincidence...
So there it is...the first post...didn't hurt did it?