Well, who would have thought it? It would seem that a year has gone by since I first posted on this blog, and that this entry marks my 113th post (my 100th being this one if anyone is actually interested).
A fair amount has happened in that time. A lot of it good, a fair bit of it not so good, and some of it downright awful. When you consider the fact that, back at the beginning, I wasn’t sure what (if any) direction this blog would take, nor how long it might last, the fact that I have got this far is itself something of an achievement.
Even now, I’m still not 100% certain as to what the purpose of this blog actually is. I often refer to it as the place I come to howl at the moon when I need more than 240 characters to express whatever is on my mind. Yes, there’s a fair amount of sex in here (perversely, I seem to write about it more than I do it), and there’s quite a lot about mental health/depression, but really it’s just a stream of consciousness about whatever subject has piqued my curiosity, sparked an interest or triggered some sort of reaction, good or bad.
So, in a way, a year further on, and I still don’t really know what I’m doing. Some of you misguided souls do seem to find what I have to say interesting or, at the very least, mildly entertaining, so whatever it is I’m doing, I suppose I should probably carry on.