It’s a reasonable question, and not least at a time when I’m flat to the board juggling other things: a full-time job, a part-time study load (the price you eventually pay for stomping out of the university at age 20), another online column I’ve been publishing for almost five years, and the smouldering ashes of a media production business that I occasionally blow on to see if there is any life left in them.
And then, you have to have a life. And sleep. Who has time?
Some of this comes from the instinct to just write; some of it comes from an awareness that whilst people can find a lot of what I’ve written on my political opinion site (1,100 articles as I write this, and growing) it’s a bit one-dimensional when there are so many other things I’m interested in, that I can do, and that I am passionate about — even if politics is, admittedly, one of my greatest loves, and always has been.
We’re not going to discuss the restaurant in London at which I once sank a month’s rent on dinner for four people on my political site, for example; we’re not going to talk about Boeing 777s and 737s and the plane rides that simultaneously fascinate and scare the bejesus out of me there, either.
As for the Carlton Football Club and Chelsea, or what music I’m listening to, or even what I think of the shithead who almost killed me on the way to my office this morning because she was too busy inspecting her panties* to watch the road whilst driving, this is a very different conversation to whether the Liberal Party will beat Labor next year, or to how the Tories are travelling in the UK, or to the vagaries of world politics and the sabre rattling that seems to occupy such considerations these days.
So here we are.
I don’t know how often I will post here; certainly, there aren’t enough hours in the day as it stands.
And I can’t tell you, at the outset, exactly what we’ll talk about: but in some respects, that’s just part of the fun.
What I will do is share stuff I stumble across online, or elsewhere; try to get some pictures into my posts; and above all, I won’t take the whole damn thing all that seriously (and again, I already have a column for that; all things political must be treated with the utmost seriousness…which is why so few of them will find their way here. I promise!)
Finally — on this first outing — I’d invite anyone who wants to comment or chat through this forum to do so; social media is a great way to bring people together, although I’m not convinced Facebook is the way to go about it. Twitter, to which I am a total convert, is better, but its limitations are bordered by a) the ability to post links to share things, and b) the need to keep messages to 140 characters at a time.
I will be back soon enough. For now, this post and some back-end set-up through WordPress gives me enough material to format onto a suitable template, which is the next thing to do in setting this up. See, you thought I was writing you a nice message to welcome you to my new site! Well, I wasn’t.
Seriously, all the things that make up who we are: our lives, our loves, the things that make us happy and sad, the experiences we have…the whole idea here is to tell some stories that others can relate to, and to package it in a way that’s interesting, engaging, and hopefully — at times — funny.
You can be the judge of that.
So once I have the formatting job done, I’ll be back to talk about something else. Maybe this brief initial piece wasn’t so functional at all… 🙂
*I assume she was checking herself out; she was certainly paying a lot of attention to something that required a lot of looking downwards. Unless, of course, she was sending a text message…but nobody would send those when they’re driving, would they?