I think I’ve been thinking too much. This is particularly in relation to my blog posts, where it’s a lot easier just to throw a lot of words at the page and have done with it. Trying to have a beginning, an end and something sensible in the middle tends to make it harder for me to work. Add laziness and disorganisation and this is why I am no longer blogging regularly.

As the lucrative offers from newspapers and book publishers seem slow in arriving, and as my real followers seem fairly fixed, I’m clearly not going to gain much from quality writing. If you are still with me after all this time you are clearly not difficult to please, and aren’t expecting much in the way of insight, so I am going to concentrate on the other reason I blog – to attain fluency of thought and writing. This is meant to be training for writing poetry, and I’m worried that my current lack of poetry is rooted in my lack of regular posting.

I’m now going to attempt to prove this link by writing regularly, and see if the poetry returns. If it doesn’t, I will have to come up with a new theory. It’s easy enough, theories, just like many things, are merely words thrown onto paper or a computer screen.

Oher news today is that we have had Number One son for the day as he is travelling from Manchester to Norwich, and we watched Elton John at Glastonbury. He’s doing alright for 76, but if I had his money I think I’d just retire. It was, however, nice to see a multi-millionaire superstar who was having trouble with ill-fitting trousers. I spotted this, and he mentioned it later in the set. Bad enough having gold foil trousers, but even worse if they won’t stay up properly.