Best by name, Best by nature...

George Best has gone. Another person who went into the hands of the medical profession a little sick and soon became a great deal sicker, to the point of losing his life altogether. He was a footballer and I am no football fan, so one might wonder why I mention him here. I cried when I heard he was dying, and I cried when I heard he was dead, because the world is a poorer place without him.

If the football 'stars' of today had as much character in their entire bodies as that man had in one little finger, they might be worthy of the vast salaries they receive and squander so spectacularly. Actually, if they could play football half as well as he did, it would be a start...

It's all geek to me...

Well, let's face it - we're all going to have to become bloggers, sooner or later - to blog or not to blog is no longer the question, is it? So, my debut might as well be now and it might as well be here. Logical, innit?

Inspired by Michael Markowitz and Lisa Arch, amongst others, this is likely to be a hit and miss journal but, as I will be talking predominantly to myself, it doesn't matter does it?

Next thing you know I'll be dabbling in the deadly podcast... No! I hear you cry! (It's alright, Me, myself and I talk amongst ourselves a lot this way, it doesn't mean we don't get on...) but don't hold your breath...