There’s no doubt leading an uninteresting life has its advantages. I’m all for it if it avoids my falling down a ravine, perishing just short of the North Pole, dying of an overdose, being shot by an assassin, eaten by a shark or otherwise disposed of. I have to admit, though, that when it comes to writing a blog, an uneventful existence does leave one a bit short on ripping yarns and heart-stopping escapades.
For thrills, spills and fairies or paparazzi at the bottom of the garden, you will have to go elsewhere. If gunshots and gore are what it takes to get you going, happiness here for you will be thin on the ground. (Well I hope so anyway.) Further adventures in my realm are only for the faint hearted. What can I promise?
Here you will acquire useless skills, like how to draw with your fingers and take remarkable photos with an iPhone you haven’t got. You will learn things you already know, like how to see faces and think about chairs. You will find out how to make Art that isn’t, how to see with your eyes shut and why I use two flannels in the bath. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.