So as will be completely clear from the paucity of material in this blog, I'm just not a natural blogger. I do still keep a journal. Inspired by Graeme "Boogie" White when I was a student, I've had one since 1982-ish. Some years are good for journal writing, some are poor. I went through an electronic phase in the early 90's which was a disaster. I've got chunks of journal on an old Psion organiser that I can't get off. And more on an old laptop with a dud battery that's forgotten the password. In 2005 I went back to notebook (of the paper kind) and pen, and it's gone well. But that is different from this. Is anyone ever really honest in a blog? We all have stuff that we would be completely mortified for anyone else to know. Or have I just let out a big secret that only I have? So sorry if you (if you exist) thought that you were going to read my most intimate thoughts and rants. That's the point about them, they're intimate; not for public consumption. So a lot of diary, not much blog. But I've got far more important stuff to feel guilty about.