Once again my paranoia suggests that I may have subconsciously stolen this from somewhere but it’s too late to do anything else so it will have to suffice.

In other news, I am now officially a third of the way through this project. Not a particularly noteworthy event, but I need all the encouragement I can muster. So, you know, hooray and stuff.

In other other news, I have succumbed to the charms of Twitter. Sadly, I think that I am a perfect example of the sort of person who shouldn’t be on there at all.


While I was doing my English A level, I studied a poet (whose name now escapes me – can anyone help?) who laid out a poem in this manner. ┬áThe phrase he used was ‘I am the resurrection and the life’. For some reason that came back to me recently so I decided to have a go myself. It’s a strange thing to do; because you are very limited in your selection of words, they kind of dictate what you say rather than the other way around. I don’t think the result has any value as a piece of writing but it was an interesting exercise.