I keep thinking its half a blessing and a curse that I don’t have a fancy ass cellphone, from which I could blog on while on the move.
The curse is that I come up with some truly gold observations on life, and rants in my head which if I shared with the world would make me a much more interesting person outwardly.
The blessing is that you probably miss out on excessive ranting about shit like riding the last tube (a yet unfinished post I started a month ago).
Instead what you do get is the tail end laziness of what I can be bothered to write, all stream of consciousness garbage.
I apologise to all who do read this in that you have to put up with half arsed bollocks.