“You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”

And with tentative fingers I type the first entry to my blog …

12 words I never thought I’d hear myself say, in the same sentence.

I say this because I’m pretty selective when it comes to modern technology and the aspects of it I let in to my life/enjoy in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a sucker for Facebook; the four horsemen of the apocalypse couldn’t stop me from updating my status, but I never thought a blog was one I would open my proverbial door to. I would’ve rather poked myself in my eye, my proverbial eye.

I don’t really have a plan for the blog part of my blog, surely it should be the simplest part of having a blog, but no. I’m struggling. Reviews? BOOM – There you go reviewed. Interviews? KABLAMO – Interviewed. But the blog? What do I write? I am all too aware that I could easily find myself talking about love and life in the city and then all of a sudden BAM – I have a mass of curly hair and I’m doing a voice over as I type about shagging and shoes. Don’t get me wrong, this would be my dream but sadly someone called Mick Hucknell already did it. How does he always get there first?

When this whole blogging bonanza started I frowned upon it.  It just seemed like a free for all. Suddenly it appeared anyone could have a website dedicated solely to what outfit they’re planning on wearing today  but when a wise young man recently argued that I might be generalising, just a tad, I delved a little deeper and when love is put in to them, there are some really awesome ones out there.

Really, what I’m trying to say is welcome to my blog. I’m a little unsteady on my cyber feet at the moment, so be gentle.  And although it looks like a barren spinster right now, I plan to pump this thing full of love and will do everything I can to avoid mentioning what I’m wearing today. But tomorrow I’m planning on wearing ….

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