Hello, agitated readers. Consider this a post of sundry greetings and meagre welcomes. Come; take a seat under the metaphorical tree of Eternal Wisdom, a tree of wonder and glory, full of happy fruits and mystical leaves. At the moment, the tree is in spring, full of buds and berries. This tree, if it were to exist, would grow indefinitely in the thick forests of a magical reverse-Siberia, a place with endless horizons of forests which also happens to follow the seasons of the Southern Hemisphere.
This is my small corner of the internet, where I shall spend a little time each week to speak with my very own captivated audience (that one that doesn’t actually exist), if I can be bothered. It is a place where I will share my thoughts, my photography and my wondrous tastes in music and television. I’m sure you’ll have the time of your life. Do read on.
So, what can you expect from this wondrous little blog? Pretty much what you’d expect from an hour with any near-fifteen year old introvert (albeit one that likes being the centre of attention) with a wonderful sense of pseudo-intelligence. Not all that much, really.
In memory of the wondrous art of pre-emptive gluing,
Nick.
