So here we go... a beginning a start, some kind of cadence kicks things off. A lull in the hectic everyday that is filled with 'to do' and an outtray that snaps at my heels long after I have shut the door on it. The weekend is a kind of strange time for to do lists and in trays because I reach monday again, or rather, monday reaches me, and despite the machine that feeds the intray (allegedly) taking time to whirr and grease its electronic cogs in time for the monday assault on my frail lego brick wall of sanity, in reality the assault has never stopped, simply shifted down a gear on Saturday and Sunday so that when I come back, the intray is like a monolith before me and the to do list has magically acquirred a spagetti-like scrawl of associated tasks.
I digress before I've even started. Such a post modern victim. I feel like a pastiche of people I've heard about in conversation with other people who remind me of people I may have met or seen on tv. With our celebrity confessional tv as fucking pulpit to the world key to all that is revered and holy it's not really suprising...
Off once again.
I want this blog to be a record of what I'm thinking. My job affords me the amazing luxury of spending quite a significant proportion of my time in what them normal folk call cloud cuckoo land. I'll leave you to guess what I do, (both of you...) But when I'm not stapled to the intray/ outtray to do list, I'd like to share what I'm thinking. I'm not going to edit - just stream of consciousness and see what happens
A phone call intrudes like an persuasive child on an adults shopping excursion and so away till next I am free, (a highly subjective term, take it as it comes, not as it was meant..,)
