The bloody, bitter start of it all.

Choose a font? No. Fuck off. I'm just going to start writing.

Somewhere, Nick Griffin is still humming 'I'm dreaming of a White Christmas'.

So I do actually have a diary but I did it for about two months and then other more important things took its place. Maybe this blogging will become my new diary...who knows. Who cares.

I've always been cautious to start a blog. To me previously, it seemed like a very sad thing to do for people who thought that others actually cared about their radical views on life. However, I've mellowed in my old age (and I also realised I was writing a diary) so I decided to start this malarkey. It's not to write much of importance, just to get rid of the extra little thoughts and craziness that linger in my mind taking up valuable room.

Nothing much to write about. I'm going to leave this first post at this and look at the news - see if there is anything I can satire there.