A Hot Buttered Welcome and a Cup of Tea.

Okay, so I suppose everyone gets to write a 'This is my new blog' post at one time or another, and this is mine.

This is my new blog. Welcome. Come in, grab a cup and a plate, and pull up a chair. Gather with us around the fire where we can tell tales into the night of things we've never done but claimed we have; things we have done and then lied about, and things we'll never do and never want to.

The sharper eyed amongst you might notice my use of the word 'new' to describe this blog. The suggestion might be that this is the latest in a long line of blogs, started and abandoned, perhaps, like every summer when the start would be made on building the tree-house only for the boards to warp and the nails to rust when September's rains found them still unused.

Or perhaps they aren't abandoned. Maybe I am a world famous blogger, one of those you've read about whose blogs have been picked up by the media and turned into real printed books, and this is just one of many blogs I write on a variety of subjects under a variety of names. Maybe I'm taking a break from life in Baghdad and writing this for fun.

Or maybe this is simply the first post in the first of my blogs, the comfortable yielding up of my blogging virginity to your kind yet insistent caresses. Be gentle, dear reader, for I am in your hands.

All three, you say? Could be. Or none of the above.

Whichever it might be, let me bid you welcome. Let me pour some tea into your empty cup and slide a slice of hot buttered toast onto your plate. Sit back, relax. You've arrived.