Virgin Post for Virgin Territory

And no, Sir Richard Branson won't appear here anywhere. Honest. You know how I know? I'll tell you; he won't make an appearance here because I know that he knows that if he does, I'll hit him up for a million dollars or more. And that would be awkward. Very awkward. Almost as awkward as typing the word awkward four times in short succession; few things are as awkward as one grown man asking another for huge sums of cash. Unless you're a pan-handler or a squeegee guy. I'm sure there's a third exception somewhere. Isn't there always? But I'll be arsed if I can squeeze it out of my skull at the moment. Another time for that, then...

So, this is that rarity these days: a new blog. Man, I bet you didn't see that coming. Me either. Yet, here it is. This seems an awful lot like an analogy for life itself. No one saw it coming, but there it is.

What will it be about? I don't know. I haven't the foggiest -- okay, that last isn't strictly true as I know what I think I will want to include...but that's for another day. It's late where I am, which means early for others, but mostly it means it's time for me to keep it short so we all can get on with this thing we call living...to get on with IT.

And so.