Well, well, well...

... after years of casting aspersions and sinister sidelong glances at those who insist on hurling unsolicited details of their lives and opinions into cyberspace with the conviction that the rest of us WILL be interested, I finally find myself adequately without stimulation to start my own blog. Joy.

But you really can do one job application too many, and the washing up only provides a limited procrastination opportunity, particularly when you repeatedly plump for picking up something from the convenience store rather than cooking.

There is no excuse to be bored, of course, and this is especially the case when you've just moved into a flat in the centre of one of the world's most exciting cities. However, eschewing all distractions I hereby swear to endeavour to be endlessly absorbing, challenging and worthy of habitual reading.

Right, erm...