So, here we are, in the middle of a couple of million other blogs, thinking that this one will be read by anyone at all. This is like an ant on a football pitch. It’s out there and the patch of grass on which it scuttles can be seen on BBC One (except for viewers in Scotland who have their own regional programmes.)
What drives me to write this occasional spread of letters and brackets is the hope that someone, somewhere, will be interested and entertained enough to take notice and maybe even agree with something that I said or maybe even raise an amused gurgle of mirth whilst enjoying a terrible cup of coffee in Berwick upon Tweed.
I certainly intend for it to have at least two distinct flavours, sweet and salty but never at the same time. That would be too much like cinema popcorn and that just gets chomped without relish or delight. Face feeding has to register a certain amount of pleasure and the same has to go for mental mastication.
So, here we are, in the middle of a couple of million other blogs. I hope that this one stands out sometimes. I’m an ant with a flag.