I've always been a fully committed explorer of the blogosphere and it struck me recently that I didn't have my own. Not that by reading blogs does it automatically follow that one should have his own. I also read newspapers but I've never thought about how I might own one. But the point is I want a blog. So here it is.
I wonder if this is nothing more than self indulgence? Feeding my own appetite for self importance. Ego.
Maybe, but I often come across things that I find quite odd. Things which could do with input from a wider audience. Like earlier when I walked out at lunchtime and sitting at the bus stop, facing away from the diection of the traffic (and presumably from any potential bus), was an old man dressed in camoflauge. He had a permanent smile on his face. And massive Michael Caine glasses. But obviously old with deep wrinkled skin. His glare was fixed in front of him but towards the ground. Most people wouldn't find this especially odd, maybe slightly out of place or eccentric, but not really deserving of "oddness". I would normally agree if it wasn't for my baffling reaction. As soon as I laid my eyes on him, before really even conciously processing what I was seeing, I felt tsorry for him. Instant pity hit me. I had no idea who this man was.
By the way, I'm Martyn. And I'm a Junior Lawyer.
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