I have been hesitating over these few days as to whether to accept the “tag” that some interfering harridan from the antipodes tried to impose upon me.
After some careful consideration, I have decided that this is my bloody blog, and I will write what I want to write about, and not have my agenda dictated to by people who would like to life their lives vicariously through me. If I wanted someone to tell me what to do all the time, I would get married.
So sod off, I don’t do requests. I will not be telling you about the seven most embarrassing illnesses that have afflicted me in this life, nor will I list ten things not to swallow or eight most irritating correspondents. Unless and until I want to.
There’s a fence going up round this journal, and visiting hours will be published.
Six things most likely to make me give up watching sport on TV.
That South African rugby commentator with the most monotonous voice in the universe
The phrase “Big Ask”
The phrase “to be honest”