I should not buy a Sarah Palin wig for Halloween. If I buy a cheap one it’ll look rubbish, and if I buy an expensive one it’ll be a waste of money to wear it once. And if I borrow someone’s glasses for the evening I’ll get a headache and/or fall over. So it’s definitely a bad idea.
Bad idea.
Damn.
Wow, I haven’t posted for three months. That’s how blogs end, of course. Nothing comes to a final conclusion, updates just happen less and less frequently until finally they stop altogether.
Not, of course, that this is happening here. I’ll keep on posting occasionally, I’m sure. It’s just that with this blog, my boy blog, my boy-blog-for-when-I’m-in-a-grumpy-mood, and my work blog, that’s a lot of blogging to do. I don’t want it to feel like a chore.
Yet somehow I post all the time to Flickr. The nice way to explain that is to say that I’m more of a visual person than a verbal one. The less nice way is to say that I haven’t got anything to say for myself but am in love with my own appearance. You be the judge 
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