Ongoing musings of a bust sofa

Day 2 and I've still successfully done sod all. What I must try to do is get all the air sucked out of the room so that I no longer even have to expend energy breathing and can just exist in a suspended state, like a cling-wrapped chorizo sausage.

What an experimental life I lead. Really, I am just an eyeball, and earhole and a few typing fingers. I agree, that's not a beautiful sight, but we should be not be so shallow as to expect our bloggers to beam beauty from their very orbs. Actually, last time I looked I resembled an Adrain Edmondson-Graeme GArden-Harry Hill hybrid so girls, please, one at a time.

Two posts in and still nothing of consequence to say! It's going well!

Welcome to the World of Um

This is incredibly exciting. People might read my words, hear my thoughts, share my hopes, fears and dreams.....if only I had any. Thing is, it's much easier to have no expectations or aspirations, 'cos then you're never disappointed. Am I right, or am I right? So, this is a blog devoted to the mere recording of impressions on a disinterested, blank space, like light on photographic film, or a potato stamp on a crinkled bit of old paper. I am a person who does nothing. Embrace my world.