SO...

I hear all this chat about blogging. And I think, pah, I could do that. Any ole time. Like a reverse alcoholic, I truly believed I could start whenever I liked. It turned out to be not that simple. At every turn I was thwarted by firewalls (my work internet access) laziness (my own) and - well thats about it. And to be honest the whole can't-do-that-on-my-work-computer-especially-when-I'm-meant-to-be-working excuse was fictional, and I was just being lazy - SO - I got off my ass and here I am. Blogging like a blogger on speed. (I'm not)(on speed)(or doing that much blogging either)

AHA!

Fabulous. Three minutes into my career as a blogger I find something to rant about, which surely is the whole point. This here system yokey tried to tell me it was 3am when in fact it is 11am. I know this because I am in work and not all snugglywuggly in my bed or plastered and freezing outside a nightclub waiting for a taxi and trying to make a minidress stretch from neck to toe to ward off freaks & weirdos while simultaneously warding off hailstones and the like. So I changed it, I took a stand, I said "No, Mr American Internet Thing, I will not be bullied by your incorrect timezone status. I am GMT and proud of it so I hereby change your frankly ridiculous time to the correct and far more convenient for blogging time of 11am (roughly)" He did look a bit scared, I won't lie. But oooohhh he's a clever dick, this Mr American Internet dude. He stung me good and proper and refused to post my blog until he's good and ready i.e. 11am HIS TIME. Touche, my friend. You win this one. But watch your back.