Reversion to Typing

Here we are, then - a placeholder, if you will.

It's been an horrifically long period since my last post (seriously - I could have actually fathered an actual child in the time since), and following a potentially unwise statement made in order to try and persuade someone whose posts genuinely are worth reading to get her bloggin' freak back on, I've agreed to up staves and try to beat life back into the motionless corpse of just four minutes.

As always though - good intentions and the burning fire of spirit-of-the-moment aside - it's a battle against inertia, indifference and insufficiency of time. We'll see, eh?

The resolutions of thirty-year-old men

So then, another year. Happy New Year to you all, you dwindling band of increasingly disappointed followers, searching in vain as you have been over the past few months for fresh posts on this raggy-arsed, semi-dormant excuse for a blog.

Apologies.

"And we'll change the world"

It's gone pretty much unnoticed in the UK - and in many ways it's understandable; there are maybe bigger things going on over here right now, and in any case, who's bothered about Canada? - but the recent passing of Canadian politician Jack Layton merits perhaps a little more coverage than has been evident in our media so far.