May I write a post that is entirely self-interested? (Although some of my critics among you may find all of my posts self-interested!)
I don’t write much about myself either here or at The Reaction. I prefer to let my posts speak for themselves. But allow me to mention that today is my birthday, my first as a blogger.
And, as always, the last few lines of Pink Floyd’s “Time” come to mind:
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time,
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time has gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
And so we carry on…
(How odd. I’ve just discovered that tomorrow is the birthday of one of my fellow co-bloggers. But I’ll let him speak for himself (hint: it’s not Holly).)