Our DIY blog workshop at the Wheeler Centre back in 2010 was half-way through when we had a local power failure. Somebody wanted to plug an urn in. Yup, ashes to ashes, blog to dust. So I was left with a log-in and a sense of terror that I had published something, who knows what, to the world, and what would it look like, had I avoided profanity and if not had I spelt it right?
‘Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, saith the. . .’ — I wonder whether the preacher and his reporter got a byline somewhere else. I guess scribes could run out of papyrus or clay tablets or whatever they blogged on in those biblical times, especially if they used them to potshot at their bosses. So what’s new? “Plus ça change…” (That’s what you say to French taxi drivers.)
It’s taken me two years to revisit the scene of the crime, but here I am again, owing to the Necessity of Blogging which requires one to be logged on to some bloggy account or other before one can add a comment to something completely unrelated.
Au revoir pour now. Stop, that’s plenty, thanks. Cul sec!