Hi There, You May Remember Me From...

...this very blog which used to be regularly updated in a sporadic fashion, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. You know what I mean, anyway - it went through occasional bursts of consistent updates punctuated by more and more frequent bursts of regular inactivity. Up until about three and a half ago months, that is, when it just kind of stopped completely. No spectacular or devastating life-changing news to reveal as the reason for this prolonged lack of blogginess. Nope, just the usual reasons why these things fall by the wayside - work and personal life become busy, writing inane witterings becomes a luxury. And, once you've stopped, it's very easy to stay stopped.

Procrastination sets up shop and becomes an easy life partner. Tomorrow becomes a temptation that is constantly given in to. Well, no more. Procrastination is out on its ear and tomorrow begins now. Not actually, obviously, as, once you reach tomorrow, it becomes today and a brand new tomorrow then slots neatly in to take its place but you get the general idea of where I was going with that. Yes, you're right, the word that I'm looking for is "anyway...."

So, where were we when last we met? If I recall correctly (and I do because I've cheated and had a quick look at the last lot of posts - although to be fair I did write them too so that gave me an advantage), I'd been taking some time to tell some tales about my family. My Nana, Nurse Gladys, who took her teeth out on demand and swore at Dynasty; my grandad (Pop's Pop) who used to be a truck-driving man and pilfered pre-pulped books for his grandchildren; and my other grandad (Ma's Pa) who I never knew but has worked his genetic influence on my hairline (the original Baldy Fella).

What's next then? Well, in what TV producers like to call a "throw forward" because they're fond of making up jargon which makes them look both clever and important, here's a brief taste of some potential things to come*:-

- A budgie called Uncle Dick
- Bulgarian near-death experiences
- Braces pinging, false teeth rattling and bommoxes
- The day I nearly got a private screening of Episode III with George Lucas
- Danger! D.I.Y!
- The perils of no-budget film-making
- ...and more besides! **

So, why not pop back in next time? I make no guarantees about when you may receive these bits and bobs but the will is there and where there's a will, there's a beneficiary. Or something.


* The word "potential" is used there as an exercise in arse-covering in case I change my mind and decide to not to write any of these after all.

** Yep, that's all I can think of off the top of the old noggin.