Oh dear oh doctor I really am not terribly good at the internet, as you have probably gathered by now. Or rather, I lack the inclination to be so. So here we are in 2012, when people have phones that can remodel their faces to attune to their mood, where children can create music from air, where even my ten month old son is using his iPad to start a record label to rep the ten month old scene, bruv. And I still have dear old Coastalblog, looking increasingly like the leathery uncle you can't pry from your armchair come Christmas. But, right, it has new links, see? Yes, it's only taken me five years to put the business on here, pretty nippy, I'm sure you'll agree. Oh, and twitter, for my sins.
And in this spirit of reckless linkage abandonment let me point out that sometime coastablog confrere, a Ms J O'Mahony, late of this parish, is continuing her stellar upward trajectory at a rate designed to strike fear and envy into the hearts of those who are still weighing up what they want to do with their lives in their mid thirties. i.e. me. Her first honest to goodness column can be found here. And huzzah for that.
Right, now I've gone all giddy from that sudden rush of technology to the head I'm off to sip a large Gin Sling and play some Lawn Quoits, in the interests of balance, you understand. Toodle pip!
And in this spirit of reckless linkage abandonment let me point out that sometime coastablog confrere, a Ms J O'Mahony, late of this parish, is continuing her stellar upward trajectory at a rate designed to strike fear and envy into the hearts of those who are still weighing up what they want to do with their lives in their mid thirties. i.e. me. Her first honest to goodness column can be found here. And huzzah for that.
Right, now I've gone all giddy from that sudden rush of technology to the head I'm off to sip a large Gin Sling and play some Lawn Quoits, in the interests of balance, you understand. Toodle pip!
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