Moray Foray

So, another by election. Moray is indeed a lovely place, an ideal retreat from city life. Very tempted...

I'm an Ambassador you know

Following the instruction of Danny Wallace, a kindly young man gave me a box of Ferrero Rocher today. Thank you.

Isn't there snow on the ground?

There's an ice cream van outside my house. Am I missing something?

The end is nigh!

Out of curiosity and sheer desperation, I have decided that it is high time I started my own blog. Not knowing anything about web publishing can only be beneficial to me, as it means I may actually see Ryan once in a while. All you web widows/widowers will understand. Also, since I can't afford post grad study, it will hopefully keep my mind sharp until I find a mildly intellectual job.

So, what to expect from my blog?
Ramblings on daily life, nothing too philosophical as that part of my brain died long ago. Plenty of Lib Demmery to keep the LibDemBlogs webmaster pleased (it would just be too embarrassing to be kicked off). Apologies in advance to those of you who may be offended if it becomes somewhat similar to Leah and Robin Darbyshire's musings on smug marital bliss.

Please leave your comments, good or bad. I opened a can of whoop ass on the local Tory boys today so I can cope with anything now.