I'm going to admit something to you straight away, before I launch myself into a diatribe of metaphors and anecdotes (that you may or may not find intriguing.) I've never been quite sure how one begins a blog? Do you open with a joke? Do you ease your readers in with a humorous/tragic/cute story from your personal life? Do you introduce yourself, giving your readers a bit of background information about who and what you are? I guess in pondering all of this with you I have, in fact, cheated my way into an introduction. With my quandaries I have slipped into a rhythm that I sincerely hope to maintain and, God willing, a relationship has begun between us. I am talking to you. Yes; you. Maybe you will be the only person to ever read this poor excuse of an opening to a blog. It is late, however, and the fact that our gas meter failed, thus meaning I couldn't cook my Spaghetti and Meatballs, thus meaning I had to eat garlic bread for dinner, thus meaning I am extremely hungry, means that I am probably not writing as fluently as I could hope for.Though I have begun. I have opened my account and now the thoughts and feelings emanating from a 17 year old inner city English boy can commence to flow, with any luck. Though I have work tomorrow and thinking isn't my specialty late at night, so I shall leave you in peace for the time being.
Good Night All.
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