I got a bit of a shock when I opened Google this evening.
The Google graphic was clearly in honour of my birthday, as confirmed when I hovered my pointer over it. A little box appeared saying “Happy Birthday Alan!”. For just a second I thought I had somehow become an international celebrity, but then common sense prevailed. Plainly it was there for me alone, and it is no mystery at all how Google knows. What don’t they know these days?
This is a journal more than a blog.
Very self-centred. It is written for some future me. I am not looking for a following. You may read it. Please comment, but please don't judge. I write about what interests me, concerns me, and a bit about what happens to me. I hope some of it interests or entertains you.
I should probably have titled this blog "Shit Happens". Because it does.
Sometimes I quote a song or some poetry, either just because I really like it, or because it expresses something I cannot put as eloquently into my own words. Occasionally i am brave enough to publish one of my own.
Hodophilia 