THIS MELANCHOLY AGE
What a wonderful thing the internet is. With lightning speed I have altered the appearance of my blog enough so that my previous post no longer makes sense. The humour value is nilch. No wonder there seems to be a resurgence in interest in the printed page. Unless you are terribly confused, context is right in front of you. What more do you need to understand? You don’t need to be shepherded between hundreds of different links.
That, I can do without.
The day I realised that I was watching a shrimp on a treadmill, an image I’m sure you’re all intimately familiar with.