Master of My Domain

What-ho Gentle Readers!

A brief but pivotal post to update you all that is now mine, all mine, bwa ha ha. Have no fear, the initial address using will still and always work, and no upset to your following or feeds will arise. I am simply amused to be the Master of My Own Domain; in the electronic eyes of the internet I am now officially the Wicked Wit of the West. So in case your day was lacking in Wit, or you recommend this blog to some unsuspecting reader, it should be simplicity itself to either find or remember. Ta-da!

L’esprit de l’escalier

For those unfamiliar with the expression, it is the sensation of realising the perfect thing to say, too late: the retort that only comes on the stairs on the way out, the graceful topic or sparkling joke that you think of the next morning. For those unfamiliar with the sensation: lucky devils. We the hapless can only watch you wistfully. “Ha!” I hear you scoff, Gentle Reader. “You don’t seem to have any trouble with words; god knows you use enough of them”. But no. Continue reading

Blogger’s Remorse

I woke with a weighty sensation — I was united in holy matrimony with a brand new blog and wasn’t sure if I could handle the commitment. Considering that I have had something to say on every subject since the dawn of time, one would think that a forum for saying whatever I want, whenever I want would be a soft snap. But no, talking is easy, writing is work. And I have spent a lifetime in skilful avoidance of work. I could say it started innocently, but in fact, it happened in a rush.  Continue reading