I’m not ashamed to say that I’m a self confessed technophobe.Stop screaming “So what are you doing a blog for then?!!” at your device.I’m being dragged against my will into the 21st century. That’s not to say I’m stuck in the past but I do have an inbuilt, no doubt genetically passed down need to protest against what I feel is being pushed on me. We have to have personal access to the internet to be able to fully function. We have no choice. Yeah yeah, hasn’t answered the question. I waffle, what can I say?
Right, the one thing that makes me feel alive is attending football matches. Predominantly games involving Birmingham City (Stop laughing) but I ground hop too. I couple watching football with real ale. It takes a fair bit of research and planning, both I’m sad enough to admit to enjoying. These plans have been known to be either altered to fit in with friends plans or ignored altogether. I don’t drive and I don’t do official travel.It means I get to see some great and not so great places, drink great and not so great beer in some weird and wonderful pubs and bars. Throw in a few varied conversations with friends and strangers and you start to get the picture.
I hand write thoughts and poems every now and again. I’ve been told that my drivel is pretty good by people whose opinions I value and coupled with when I relate my travels and adventures to the same people, I’m told by them I should do a blog. Why they can’t just take out an injunction against me, I don’t know.
So, here’s the blog