New Beginnings

For some reason, I have started to think about building myself a website. It was not until I sat down to do this that the realisation dawned on me that I didn't know how or where to begin. Consequently, I've decided to settle for a blogsite until I become IT-literate by osmosis. I was thinking all of this in Greenwich Park, which is a good place for thinking. The squirrels are pretty tasty too. I recommend it.

Up with the lark, Jude (the obscure Greyhound) and I set off along the Thames and through the leaky foot-tunnel to meet up with Tara (the Rottweiler) and Charlie (the Staffordshire terrier with a pinch of Pitbull, and you should never pinch a Pitbull) by the site of the burnt-out, tarpaulin-covered Cutty Sark. A three hour circuit, then back to bed with a mug of tea and What I Loved by Siri Hutsvedt, a book which I have been reading for a number of weeks now which is more an indication of my reading speed and ability than any criticism of the wonderful writing. I must have dozed off, but I was soon awoken by the incredibly irritating sound of stunt planes looping-the-loop and flying upside-down over the Isle of Dogs. In fact, I think they might have been inside our house at one point, whizzing up and down the stairs and around the back of the telly. I think it was part of a display connected with some air show malarkey at the Ex-Cel centre - surely it's not normal to have planes doing stunts over a densely populated area? I'm going to write to my MP. On second thoughts...it's stopped now.

Later on, I watch Becoming Jane. This is the story of how Jane Austen ended up so achingly frustrated after a bit of man trouble early on. Not sure how much I needed to know this, and how fictitious it was anyway. Also, I got the feeling it might just have been a wheeze to wring a little bit more gold out of the Pride and Prejudice formula. Fine for a Sunday night on the sofa.