Good Evening

Well, I couldn’t wait for a Friday the 13th or the next full moon so it is on an uneventful Thursday night with a hangover that I leap blindly into the murky world of online self-documentation. It just seems like such a good idea. You take the basic concept of a journal- a leather-bound tome of secrets, quill-scrawled by a poet on tear stained pages and then you take the idea of the internet- any idiot on the planet with at least one finger and within walking distance of the nearest computer can join in. And you merge them. That has got to be good. Anyone/everyone can sift through the minutiae of my life. I should have managed to completely alienate myself within a week. Mum if you are reading this, please stop. And so it came to pass that on the thirtieth day of the fifth month Gregor Wright embarked upon the foolish undertaking that was to become his ‘journal’. Okay then, on with the show…