Adventures on the Underground

Me: I was thinking of setting up a new blog. (Red wine induced Positivity)

Friend: About what?

Me: I don't really know. (The cracks emerge)

Friend: But what about your old blog?

Me: (Feeling guilty about abandoning it like a burnt out car) Yeah, but I don't live in Dublin anymore, so it would almost be like lying.

Friend: It could be an Irish person's take on London.

Me: (Thinking its not the 80's anymore and I don't have the wit or observational skills to pull it off) Mmmmmmm.

Friend: You may as well.

Me: (Realising my only other extra cirriculars are making me more circular by the day) Yeah, maybe I will so.

Under lung swept

I switched on my computer tonight to a mass nervous breakdown.

He said it himself- he was one man with a blog. That is it.

I started blogging for the same reason everyone starts blogging-because I felt I had something to say. As the weeks go on and the posts come so slowly they risk self deletion I struggle to realise what exactly I do have to say, or offer, that hasn't been said before.

I'm still new to this and don't really know where its going. I know I never wanted it to be an intimate blog. The interesting stuff is only that way to me and the other shit is just dull*





*Save for that gripping tale of my trip to the dentist.