Ah... right, now...
Expectations: not much, anticipation: more or less the same, advice on this undertaking: none whatsoever.
Excellent start!
Anyway, welcome to my blog (a bit lame, but it has to be done), and more importantly, welcome to the strange expansive volume of gelatinous viscosity that is the contents of my imagination. I'll probably have to shift this intro to the blog-welcome. Show what I know about blogging, and apologies, I've never read a blog... ever. Meh!
As it says above, I enjoy writing. I've been writing sketches and chapters for probably the last twenty or so years, since back when I was an immature brat complete with bohemian lifestyle and bad hair (probably kept the second part). No-one has ever read the scribbles that I've taken, and so, on the advice of my dear cousin Roxy, I will now unleash my madness on an unsuspecting world (cue cackles of laughter). I'm fully aware of how rubbish a writer I am: my style sways around like a cameraman with an inner ear infection; and the language switches manically between Malcolm Tucker and Sir Humphrey Appleby. And yes, in normal life, I drop a s***load of references all day long.
Regardless, I'll put stuff on here for you to read (suffer?) (you can tell I'm English, can't you?) and criticise, along with the occasional quibble.
Enjoy and thanks for reading.
Bubi
(and starts to regret... really shouldn't)
