crickey

Just when I thought I could settle back, comfortable with all the know-how I have managed to acquire through blood, sweat and years and years and years of observation, inference and application and smug in the thought that I now know enough to find stuff out there in the ether, to do my banking online, to change my address in various locations online, to make flight and holiday bookings oline, to email all and sundry with my wit and banter, to send a call on my mobile, to sms, to actually find my mobile before it stops ringing…just when I had all this stuff down pat and thought I was at the edge of the woods, here I am back in the thick of it again, learning colloquialisms in a whole new language....the blog. I suppose we call a ship’s log a shlog now. I’m sure this is all good fun and when I get my profile up and running, complete with all my holiday snaps and if Myspace is anything to go by, with a million photos of myself and all my first best friends, my fame will be instantaneous, just what I need, the world to know me better. Guess that’s me up and away.