The thing about this blog-writing lark is that you have to come up with an interesting incident or thought every day, more or less, well that’s the theory anyway. But as we know, in practice the theory is different.
There are days when you settle down at your keyboard, take a sip of beer or G+T, and review your day and think, “Christ on bike! Nothing happened today, nor an original thought (or one I delude myself it to be,) that would interest me, let alone the poor sods who might actually read this drivel.”
Other folk press ahead regardless with dull posts. We know who they are and we know where they live, at least their cyberspace addresses and we avoid them like a cliché. Or the plague.
All of which is my round-about way of saying that nothing happened today.
Except I was listening to a 1998 edition of the News Quiz in the car. It was a cutting about how the blokes who have to approve the names of racehorses and how careful they have to be.
“Norfolk an’ Chance” nearly slipped through the net. Yes, I had to think for a moment.