There you are. D'you know, I'd forgotten all about you until this morning. How callous of me. How heartless. How could you have slipped my mind so definitively? It was only when the train left Wivelsfield on the way to Lewes this morning, and the great green wall of the South Downs hoved into view in the distance, towering over the cow-pocked flood plains below, and I thought to myself, I really must write about that view while I'm still commuting down, that you popped into my head, blog. And again, just now, when I was reading about
Johnny Vegas groping some poor woman on stage, and thought to myself, I could probably find something to say about that in my blog. So here we are again. Just you and I, blog. The two of us. Reunited. And it feels so good...