Letter of Intent Blog

What a pompous start to what I hope will be a bit of fun and enjoyment for those of us – Virgin Bloggers (no that is not a signature, it’s a heading (where?)) This is the type of banter I’m hoping for, but there again we all live in hopes.

Welcome. My name is Alan and I do little or nothing of benefit to society for a living, apart from paying tax (STILL! -hasn’t the government had enough out of me already??) sorry – no more politics – I call these observations -rants, so keep your eyes open.

I started blogging this week, just because the family said I need to be kept occupied. As if I need a hobby or something when I have housework, washing, rubbish at it so no ironing, and where have they hid the vacuum cleaner, and what am i supposed to do with a dust-pan and brush? Answers in a plain brown envelope to...

I can also cook a bit, you know all that healthy stuff, proving that you don’t need to be on telly to learn how to throw lettuce leaves and a tomato on a cheese sandwich to be exotic with your food -master chef watch out.

I am I suppose a child of my generation – into mods and rockers,(hands up if you remember Brighton), Quadrophenia (Thinks east enders), Working in east London talking to Frank (“ the mad axe man”)Mitchell’s dad, drinking in the Blind Begger Pub, Watneys Red Barrel, Party Sevens (I know now the difference between a six pack and a party seven -about thirty years) hippies and hell’s angels, one lot stood around with flowers in their hair and the other stood around with Levis that stood alone, buying me first Ben Sherman – complete with rear button and studs on the collar– deep red, to buying me latest Ben Sherman complete with rear button and studs on the collar etc etc etc – deep red, scooters with multiple mirrors, Harleys with THE name, nuff said. My one real pride and joy was wearing my leather jacket complete with hand painted eagle on the back to a Jimi Hendriks concert at the Albert Hall. Thanks Hazel, it was brill.

As they say, “nostalgia is not what it used to be”, not that I’m not going to do some now and again. I just wanted to dip into the flight of fantasy zone occasionally. I’ve been told to try and write about a few different things, probably just to keep me out of the way.

My whole world changed some ten weeks ago and to have a pastime like blogging is as alien to me as my current situation.

But for the love of family and special friends where would we be? Blogging no doubt.

I’m not a sage or prophet, or an oracle just a regular man of developing years with a weird memory and things associated with those things. Like I said a child etc…

What I have discovered already into this new “career” is that I can’t speed type for toffee, what takes my family seconds to achieve, well nuff said (quote from spiderman marvel comics circa 1964. There’s nothing new in this world – perhaps)

It’s hoped that you started this interest in my blog after sampling the delights of the oh so simple book.

WARNING – watch out for volume 2 sometime early next year.

My youngest son (we’ve got thousands of children or so it seems, but more about that another time) who is a deft hand at web siting stuff is doing this one for me, has my unending gratitude for putting up with the old man, thanks Phillip.

So without more ado I’ll start at blog 1 - there is an element of truth in all I write, some complete some partial.

That said I’ll start tomorrow

Alan