So this is it.

Why Now? Why Not.

I know I'm good at this, people have liked my writing for many a year and I've run out of excuses for not publishing anything of substance. So, I've committed to writing and publishing the rare joys and plentiful struggles of living life as an introverted, shy and unremarkable chap.

Why now? Why not? That’s about as much justification as I can muster. I’m 51, I enjoy the satisfying clatter of keys beneath my fingers, and I find some joy in crafting sentences that poke fun at society, its daily imbecilities, and the strange events that unfold in the shadowy corners of my quiet little life. I won’t pretend to be politically correct, and I certainly won’t apologise for having opinions; many of which may offend, amuse, or both. I know what pleases me. I know what grates. But I’m not so far gone that I can’t change my mind, or be challenged by yours.

Why am I charging?

Why the bloody hell not? You like money. I like money. I’d like some of yours. Honestly, I’ll probably make better use of it. And if we ever meet in person, I’d like the quiet thrill of knowing you’re unwittingly sponsoring my next Mont Blanc pen, or at the very least, my subscription to TimesOnline.

The truth is, if I can convince you to part with £6.99 a month, I might not even have to write anything else. That’s the magic of subscription models, you’ll likely forget you even signed up. But don’t worry, I’ll write anyway. Eventually. Maybe. Because I do like writing. And if I can convince 10,000 of you lovely strangers to support this unremarkable introvert, I’ll live rather well - smiling occasionally, even in public.

Is this my first blog post? I’ve no idea.

It might be. Or maybe it’s just an amuse-bouche—something to leave you mildly intrigued and slightly peckish for more. If it is the first post, I should probably write something meaningful. But nothing of note has happened today. Nothing that would justify a proper “first post.” Then again, if you’re not already subscribed, do you really deserve my first proper post?

And for those of you who actually know me: rest assured, your time will come. You’ll be mentioned; insulted, flirted with, or gently ridiculed. Possibly all three. And the only way you’ll know is if you keep reading. And paying.

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