Genesis

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo.

Well, everything has to start somewhere and that inauspicious sentence is the first step in what I hope will be an interesting journey.

The sentence isn't without relevance; as some of you will be aware, it is the opening line of James Joyce's 'Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man'. Joyce was a neighbour of mine inasmuch as he is buried in Fluntern Cemetary, a few hundred yards from the apartment in a pleasant suburb of Zurich in which I've spent most of the last year.

I hope to make this blog an interesting mixture (I resisted the urge to use the word melange because [a] I think it's a bit too pretentious (although I may not be able to resist slipping into pretentiousness - only time will tell) and [b] I can't find the accents on this keyboard so if I don't use the right accents I'll be irritated for ages afterwards) of personal, amusing, topical and interesting items.

Bear with me...

(Nov 3 2005)