Must try harder.

If ALBOWIEB was a schoolchild, its school report would read "We've not seen any work off this child in weeks, must try harder," it would bring its report trembling back to me (its daddy) and I would tell it off and send it to its room with no supper. Maybe I'll smack it with my slipper, just to complete the 1940s postcard image. Little blighter. I say 'its', because it's quite hard work deciding whether your blog is a boy or a girl. You can't just look up its skirt, because people frown on that sort of thing these days.

Anyway - must try harder. People say that time flies when you're enjoying yourself, but I actually find that it flies when I'm not too. Time just flies. Tempus fugit, and all that. It's Latin. I think the saying should be more about encouraging people to enjoy themselves and not pay any attention to time, obviously unless it's getting late and you have to be up early tomorrow and you're driving so you'd better not have too much to drink, but what the hell you only live once, sorry officer?

I quite often trot out the same dull platitudes every now and then on here - I don't hang on to regular, attentive readers for long enough for anyone to notice the repetition, but I feel this aphorism holds particularly true when it comes to blogging: whenever you're doing interesting things, you just don't have time to write about them, and then when you're not doing interesting things, you have all the time in the world to write about them.

So, dear reader, when it comes to these long pauses between posts, and you're sitting at home in front of your computer wondering what on earth could have happened to dear Sam Burnett (I'd check twitter first if I were you) - you can rest easy, because I am no doubt having all kinds of fun somewhere, and I just don't have the time to write about it.