In which I start…

Right then.

Here we go. Again. For fuck’s sake.

In the last 18 months, I must have bought, broken and replaced 20 pairs of headphones, and started, updated once or twice and then slowly killed a similar number of blogs. Commitment , whether to auditory equipment which makes the working day easier, or to pouring my soul on to a page on the internet; doesn’t seem to be my strong point.  It seems appropriate that I’ve decided to blog again on the same day I have to go and purchase new earphones. There’s something of a modern yin and yang about it. I have new earphones and a new blog, all is well, balance has been reached. Until, inevitably, the balance is destroyed, either by a pulled earphone or a slowly arid blog.


hardly deep philosophy, but I needed a photo somewhere.


This time it’ll be different, though. I know it will. For a start, Simmy is blogging now – at least for 30 days – and anything I can do to be more like my idol is good, I think. Cunningly, I even managed to start this blog whilst breaking earphones and listening to Paul Simon. If I’m seen in a chemist attempting to buy something to make my hair ginger, you have my uttermost guarantee that I won’t be offended if you shoot me. If you see me buying *those* pants, and dancing, I absolutely insist that you shoot me.

Plus there’s the fact that this isn’t, strictly, my site. It’s Scotty’s, just happens to be about me. There’s a certain contentedness in knowing that, even if I let the blog die, people will still come round once in a while, if only to indulge their habit for playing ‘pleased with ourselves, are we?‘. In fact, SamJ has made an entire industry of it, admitting recently, ‘lads, I can watch football anywhere, but there’s only one place I can really troll Huzz’. Well. Indeed. Like a moth to that particular flame, he’s aware that the soundboard is available for all occasions. Especially if Newcastle are losing and Fulham are winning. HamJ and Herchie are (as you’d expect) absolutely merciless when it comes to football rub downs.

But it will be different this time. There are important things to discuss (soon) and I think I’m just about self-important enough to think that what’s important for me should also be both important and interesting for you, dear Reader. Talking about myself delivers exactly the dose of élan required to make it different this time. I’m sure of it. Quite how that helps my penchant for wearing earphones in bed and thus destroying the left ear has momentarily escaped me, but I’m sure I’ll get to it.

So what goes here?

I can promise that it will be verbose, sesquipedalian and prolix at (almost) all times.  I can’t really promise what I’ll blog about — just things that are interesting to me, so maybe some football, some politics, games, music and I can hear the screams already, poker. Maybe. Really though, there has to be somewhere to record ‘the things wot happen in my life’ — not a diary per se, but our house is constantly hilarious  and there really should be some place to record all of that. Even if, as I suspect, in the end it’s simply for our own amusement.

And with that, dear Reader, I leave you with a quotation from Einstein:


Einstein, roughly the same person as me.

Until next time, when hopefully we have something interesting to say.