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Thought I'd swing by to say hello. Now I do know that I hinted that these parts would see a little more activity as part of my ongoing drive to get more writing done, and I felt I ought to point out that I have, actually. Just not here. Not anything that's ever likely to see the light of day, to be honest, but I've long since discarded that as being the point of the exercise anyway. I nearly launched a frenetic and full scale rant about the response to Farage's decision not to stand in Newark, but that boiled down merely to a splenetic facebook status update which said pretty much all I wanted to say on the matter (concise version: less than happy with political name-calling). I almost wrote a post about how aimless walking seems to be having a bit of a moment, what with various books on the subject coming out and even the Beeb sticking its oar in with an article or two, and as a man who's a fan of a spot of aimless wandering I thought that might be worth a post. But then I got distracted. possibly by a bee

I also nearly wrote a post about various online radio stations which have been distracting me of late, but then I got too caught up with listening to them (current personal favourites are the Cuban radio musical nacional, which is basically a spanish language radio 3 with occasional breaks for jazz, and the incredibly soothing Ancient FM which plays nothin but mediaval and renaissance stuff. But I suppose I've told you about them now. I had vague ideas about using them to belabour the point about forcing myself to widen my listening habits, but I suppose I've just done that too. I almost wrote something snarky about game of thrones, but every bastard's writing something about game of thrones, so I didn't.

So yeah, I have fully intended to write here, oh, wait, I just did.

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