My stars, it are 2012 already time for my annual post, doesn't time fly. It is now the Year of the Aqueous Dragon; hope you all survived the Tiger claws (pretty damn amazed to still be alive, me). This year I'll mostly be ranting about bankers, ham-faced toffs, the dismantlement of everything I grew up with and the joys/terrors of age-innapropriate lust, probably in that order and very erratically, ie when I have remembered what I came in the room for.
Well I can see how this networking lark really works....I have been overwhelmed with comments and therefore been unable to fight my way to the blog to write some new apercu. Good job it is free......
I forget about this for months at a time...cutting edge stuff what? As NY resolution is GUMF, will try to do more. It is a bit like shouting into an empty broomcupboard though - to think of all one's pearls melting in the dark anti heat of oblivion etc...must press the monetise button, there must be a market for ancient angst....
Well it does! By the sacred neurosynapses of Norbert Wiener, it's alive. Now I can spend the diminishing days (or Crönedammerung) piffling into the ether, so liberating everyone else from the ghastly chore of listening to me grump on about how I could have been a contender if only I had bothered. Of course, now I can't think of a thing to type.....
