Wednesday, January 31, 2007
A virtual tirade of nothingness
Unfortunately, due to a busy day at work and an evening that has so far mainly consisted of a fortnight's worth of ironing, I have nothing else to say. It's on nights like these that I find myself starting to agree with those who say that blogging is little more than the digital age's finest example of utter self-absorption.
The "no blogging at work" situation is as reported yesterday. The flat is now priced correctly for the world to see, after a laboured conversation to the estate agent concerning the undeniable logic that a £50,000 price increase wasn't what I had in mind when I asked him to reduce it a bit.
And nothing has happened in my world since yesterday apart from that.
Politically, Cllr O'Hanlon and I have been discussing a potential way forward on the Hilton Lane issue, and the latest developments on The Retreat, but even here there's little to report I'm afraid.
And, since my pizza-wielding pals are due any minute, I won't start writing about important things like the news, because I won't be able to finish in time.