There'll be days....

Well it's not been quite a year since I last wrote anything here, which is a relatively short gap by my occasional blogging standards, and my how life has changed since then. Anyone who's reading this is probably up to speed anyway, and it's of no great consequence to what I might write, so I won't detail much here. Other than to say that I'm now going to be writing a company travel blog elsewhere, and I feel I should start to get in more practice vis a vis writing things a bit more, even if it's the normal meaningless drivel I'll tend towards on these pages.

I have a vague intention to update this on a Tuesdaily basis for that is currently a day I have off from work. The central notion of this initial post was actually brought to me by the beginnings of a poem that came to me as I was trying to motivate myself to write it. I say poem. That might be too kind. Especially as I'm currently listening to The Magnetic Fields, the musical output of Stephen Merritt, a master wordsmith who makes me cower into submission whenever I listen to the small amount of his work that I own. And anyway, it's more a set of rules than anything else.

It's just about Tuesday right now (25 minutes in as I type this), so we're good on that (and maybe only that) count. The point of this is basically to answer the various excuses I'll probably try to make to not write anything in the future. You should note I've had 2.25 cans of Carlsberg Export before I attempt this:



There'll be days when I've overhung, on those days I shall be cynical and rash.
There'll be days when I feel overdone, then I will just wing it unabashed.
There'll be days when my mind is blank, I shall promote the minds of others.
There'll be days with nothing in the tank, I'll write from beneath the covers.

There'll be days I cannot trust my thoughts, so will only deal in facts.
There'll be days I'll choose a different course, but write it up with tact.
There'll be days I feel low and frown, I'll dare to let it vent.
There'll be days I have pain in my crown, I'll write until I'm spent.

There'll be days upon days of pointless self-assessment.
Those are the days I should just strive to look at what is brilliant.


I'm not sure, I might come back to it one day. It sort of works though I think.

A couple of things I've come across of late that have amused me:

The Onion's seasonally targeted report on a new type of condom (Thanks to Tim F for pointing this out)
Also my friend Tom blogs less often than he should, and his last one on the possibilities of combining dating and blood donation is an absurd touch of genius, the sort of which I'm sure our Prime Minister would snap up for his Big Society, if only he could read.


See you next Tuesday
GST (aka Matt)