....The fact that I wear a gold chain does not make me a chav. I had no thin downy moustache as a thirteen-year-old, I fathered no children at the age of fifteen and my car has no spoiler.
The reason that I am sharing this on my website results from a conversation that I had with my friend Paul who has his own news based website here . Paul knows everything about the internet, it was he who directed me towards typepad in the first place to create this site and yesterday he gave me instructions about creating a successful weblog. I do so hate that term though-weblog. I shall call mine an internet-based diary.
Well apparently the secret is to update it EVERY DAY, even if you're at work and your boss (who is younger than you) has just been shouting at you for messing up the company database. In fact most people here are younger than me. I feel like I'm working with the cast of Bugsy Malone. Anyway Paul gave me examples of excellent IBD's that are updated daily and whose talented authors were ultimately commisioned to write columns for such prestigious publications as the Telegraph and Razzle.
I tried to impress upon him that this website is not really supposed to be a platform on which to showcase my ability as a cunning linguist, all it was initially set up for was to keep the RNIB and my family and friend up to date with my progress. I will though TRY to make more regular updates.
Meanwhile I am hopefully going to be plugging my project on the radio this Friday night as my friend James mentioned that I could say a few words on his show on X-FM. I don't care that his show airs between 1.00am and 3.00am on Saturday morning and that a majority of the people tuning in will be frantic gum chewers making shapes with their hands in time to the music. If I get just 1 meeting as a result, it will have been worth while.
I would also like to say that if any police happen to be reading this, could you go to Haverstock Hill and check on the strange individual who has been sat on a wall for the last day and half (literally) and mumbling to himself. He's frightening me and I think that he maybe mentally unwell and in need of some assistance.
Finally, a big thanks to Sophie for her comment. You're lovely.
Details of my meeting with Sir Patrick Moore will follow tomorrow.