Hello from the Blasted Heath.

I’ve been a loner living in my own world for what seems a very long time, and I started this blog as a kind of outlet sixteen years ago come Wednesday. For many years I had a veritable entourage of cyber pals who read the blog and talked back to me, but they’ve all gone now. In spite of the fact that Blogger stats tells me I get far more page views than I did in those early days, the last comment I had was seven months ago – and even then, just some random remark from some random stranger.

Lately I’ve been intrigued to wonder why Trump is behaving the way he is, and given to speculation on where it might lead. I developed many theories and jotted them down in my head, but the list grew uncomfortably long and now I can’t be bothered. Being constantly alone, almost totally friendless, almost permanently chilled in this old house, and almost ever in the shadow of my old black dog tends to depress the will to make the effort.

Nevertheless, just in case anybody out there is interested (for the blog does – apparently- receive a lot of attention, including a regular evening visit from somebody in the UK) I thought I might make it known that I’m still here and have no intention of going anywhere any time soon.

And I’m car-less now, by the way, which is making life awkward out here in the Styx where there is no public transport, and I might very well have to stay that way. But I do have a DVD set of a Manga story called Attack on Titan which is moderately entertaining, and YouTube has now made available the full set of The Storyteller series which I so loved back in the 80s. It includes my favourite episode (as it would) which tells an old Irish folk tale in which a man sees a beautiful water nymph in a pond.  Heaven, eh?