Blogs hey? Difficult to beat? Difficult to find. As if any mother brother is going to find themselves reading this. Talking of which, "make yourself heard" my mother once said to me. Well, no she didn't, but she might have done, were she that kind of mother. She might also have said, "get stuck in" and "I'm so proud of you son", but she didn't say that either. Infact, she never said anything at all. Why? Well we'll leave that for another time.
She'd be so proud if she could see me now though - tapping away, making myself heard - screaming in silence. She's be welling up now, if she could see me - if she could see at all. She never was a great seer my mother. Partially sighted at best and at worst, blind as a bat(sard). If she could hear me, tapping away, she'd be as pleased as punch. "Tapping away are you son?" she'd be saying, "tapping away?". Well, I say saying, but she never said anything, not that I heard, being deaf. Well I suppose I'd better say (oh, and dumb - sorry), write something momentous, although that, in my experience, isn't all that important. Something pithy is called for here - something with a sting in the tail. Something to leave them realing, begging for more. Hit after hit after hit. I can see it now. Pulitzer prize winning blog cum novella cum series of award winning articles in Observer magazine on Sunday, here we/I (of I fame) come.
Pressures on; heart racing, pounding in my chest - but what to say? The world wide web, waiting for me to deliver. Fear of negative appraisal washes over me like a wave of vomit. "just piss off will you" Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!Sorry, another time...
