My resolve!!

If there’s anybody still out there, my apologies. I have been incredibly tardy. The last few months haven’t been the most pleasant of my life; in fact, least pleasant might be rather more apropos. But I’ve decided – with a little help of the unfortunate popsy I have spoken so much of – not to let circumstances weigh me down and turn me into a grumpy old sod (and those in the know will know how easy it is under present circs to turn into a grumpy old sod ). I’m going to fight back with an action plan to keep me chirpy, cheerful, and all that kind of thing.

This blog is going to – I promise – metamorphose into a travel blog. I have done quite a bit of travelling lately, starting with an account of the Wales trip I waxed eloquent on a few months ago.  Punch me in the tender nether regions if I fail to keep it up.

Anyway, these are the posts y’all can look forward to in the next few weeks:

1. My trip to Obamaland (when it was still Bushland, for a few weeks more anyway). Including how I scared myself by walking into a bar full of rednecks in cowboy hats in a bar in a hick town somewhere in Texas.

2. Our journey through Cymru, and how I pretended (and continue to pretend) to knowing how to pronounce Welsh sounds right. Including my long conversation on the evils of Thatcherite free markets with a Welsh woman whose husband subscribed to the Morning Star.

3. Our journey to the heart (depths is probably the wrong adjective, though it does sound cool in a rather ominous sort of way) of Herriot country. Including my ‘drive’ in an Austin Seven.

4. Tales from the M6: Memoirs of a itinerant curtain salesman wandering up and down the M6, the M74, and some nasty roads that pass for motorways out in the sticks where I live.

… and more to come.

If anybody does still read this blog, please give me a shout on the comments box. It would help motivate me to fight my way out of these dry, dark times.

Note: In spite of Robert Peston’s best efforts, Siddhu Warrier has not allowed the light at the end of the tunnel to be switched off. Even if it is just a wee, flickering candle.

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