I decided, yesterday, that I would let my brother in on the journal; in general, I haven’t been telling many people about it. While I might have been hoping that the world at large was about to discover a Samuel Pepys for the new millenium, I wasn’t entirely to give up the day job. Still, I might have hoped that my brother’s first opinion hadn’t included adjectives such as "pompous" and "muiresque" (as in, like Frank Muir).
Well, what can I say? Ever has the path of the true genius been strewn with the yapping and braying of those snapping at their heals. But I shall continue, I shall persevere and broadcast my words to the unfeeling ether of cyberspace that surrounds us!
Originally published on my old blog site.