A year or two back I was ill in bed for a few days.  As I came back to my normal self (Ha!) I was gripped by a desire to start a blog.  I hardly knew what one was and by the time I'd researched the technicalities I realised that there wasn't a topic I wanted to write about enough to keep my enthusiasm going week-in, week-out.  After failing to find any justification for blogging I decided against it.  At various times since, that weird yurning returned and each time i put it to one side, because I had no justification for doing it.  I tried looking into myself to find the reason why I would want to blog, but found no answers.  It's pointless.

Today, I fancied doing something completely pointless.  Here it is.

What did you call me?