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Unluckily today I missed the tiny window of opportunity between when it was raining and when it was raining again to step out and grab the newspaper. What had kept me indoors during those few precious moments when I should have been out was flicking through tabloid and broadsheet websites, chuckling at the hollow rhetoric used to get the proles in a real lather.

Though I had already clicked through The Times’ site, I needed that weekly Samurai Su Doku fix, and a fresh pack of smokes, and the few bits and pieces I forgot to pick up bumbling around the supermarket aisles, and a birthday card for my uncle. So with all that piling up and the rain chucking it down, I tramped home sodden, grumbling and growling under my breath.

I was all ready to sound off about something that probably didn’t deserve it when I noticed that I’d reached my 500th post. Have I been blathering on for so long? I have to say that this all started off pretty much because of a random suggestion. Although, looking back, it might have been a carefully orchestrated plan by Mister Mark so I’d have somewhere to sound off rather than barracking about some issue or other when we should have our heads down working.

So for almost the past thirty months I’ve done that. Sometimes the posts have been jovial and sometimes they’ve been spawned from indignant rage. Other times they’ve been stitched together by the mischievous imp inside me that just wants to see how many people it can wind up. Every time I’ve spanked the PUBLISH POST button, whether it’s been to deliver fun or fury, hopefully there have been informed opinions involved rather than simply adding to the rank, mindless drivel sloshing around the internet.

Anyway, there we go. I only mention all this because there have been times during the last few months when I’ve felt like jacking it in, where my mind has been blank or I haven’t simply felt like writing anything. Then again, a lot of that may be down to side effects from the tablets the GP has currently got me taking. Whether it means that when I come off them words will just spew out, we’ll see.

In the meantime I guess there are still a few things to discuss, like how much I don’t give a shit who the new Doctor Who will be or... well, other things that are of equal unimportance. I guess we’ll have to see.