it isn’t always grand and it’s rarely, if ever, glamourous. But it is mine. And I do like to talk about it. A lot. In fact, sometimes a bit too much. But if every 12-year-old with internet access and over-educated 30-something basement dweller can drone endlessly about the world around them – then, dammit, so will I. I’m nothing if not verbose.

I used to pride myself on my avoidance of the blogosphere. Today, I join the masses. I’m not proud.