It’s a funny old thing this blogging lark, still getting the hang of it to be honest… I find it hard to write one cohesive sentence on one subject let alone a series of them working together to form paragraphs, then all coming together like a spritely team of ninjas getting in to formation and creating a whole body of work… I’m just not good at it… See even that last lot went off on tangent about ninjas… although when I were at school (and I weren’t their that often) I thought that was one aspect of English Lit that was lacking… Ninjas… I’m yet to imagine a scenario where they wouldn't instantly improve everything around them. Unless of course you were up to something intimate with the Mrs, you probably wouldn’t want a bunch of ninjas there, although the cool thing about ninjas is this…. How do you know they’re not already there??? Be honest, how many people looked behind their shoulders then? Nah me neither….
Anyway what was I saying, oh yeah this blog writing lark… I have done research and apparently I need a focus, a central aim an objective an agenda, something of substance, the blog needs to be about something... However I am deciding to go against the grain… I want to just churn out a great fecking mix of the thick layer of cack that lines my fragile mind… Then hopefully for each one, mould that cack in to some sort of recogniseable collective of things… Stop me if I am going to quick for you here….
So though these are early days of the Woes, I think I am forming what may be the beginning stages of what some may consider the shape of something that vaguely resembles an idea… A first of its kind, a bringing together of sports, politics, current affairs (and raison news), celebrity tittle tattle, religion, drama, dance cartoon, and of course ninjas (look slowly behind you… ah too late he gone!), I give you the blogsketch…
Ok so it’s a thinly veiled excuse for the mish mash of ideas pouring out my thought box and it to this blog, but hopefully over the coming years and decades I will one day have something could be considered by someone to be something, sort of. And isn’t that all any of us really want out of life….
So then that was the story of how a half assed idea was formulated and put in to actions by one Aldershot’s greatest minds and tax payers (there are 5 of us all together that pay tax in Shot, I used to pay the most but since the titty bar went legit and got their VAT number, I’m a long way off)…..
You cant follow me on twitter but i finsh work at around 5... meet you at the gates?