The powerfully ominous title of this threadblog has no connection to my own life and experiences. Mostly, I am the one who answers the door after doing my belt up and struggling to reach a vertical base from the bean bag. I enjoy writing and have both attempted and also often ponder writing a blog, but I've found I'm too busy being lazy to maintain one. 2+2 is the website I waste more time on than any other, so if it doesn't happen here on a regular basis then it will never happen.
I'm probably going to write about books and TV, maybe some football (real football) and politics but basically whatever I feel. Even if I'm the sole reader of the blog then I'm happy. It's about the process rather than the product.
Maybe I'll have some poker in it too but I'm kind of at the point where after eight years I'm only excited by new experiences and who knows when they may occur.