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 ...

So why does it matter what I write?  I don't really expect anyone to take much notice of my ramblings, and if they do then that's their problem - if they feel they've wasted their time then that's their own fault for reading some joe Blog's blog.  There are no identifying marks to who I "really" am, and I'm not telling anyone I know that this is my blog.  So:  why does it matter what I write?  More to the point, why have these first two posts had an air of someone making...