I am pleased to be a part of it and will be interested to see what everyone has got to say. It seems that here I am writing to people and not into a void of crawling bots.

Whilst I am writing the page is politely offering me a chance to invent a pen name for myself, but of course I am not going to bother. I am too old to start pretending to be somebody else, entertaining as it might be to have an intellectual little avatar that I can pretend to be for your benefit, it’s just too complicated. What you read will be from the mouth of the genuine horse.

This post is to say hello. I am not an intellectual. I am an elderly night-time taxi driver with a perpetually empty wallet and an occasional attitude problem. I have got a website called Windermere Diaries, which is probably how this site found me, but I think I might really like saying things on here as well. I can’t be exactly scrupulously honest in my online diaries because elderly as I am, my mother isn’t dead yet and sometimes honesty just isn’t worth the subsequent fuss.

I might like to use these pages to write some unsayable things. I don’t mean awful or unkind things, just private things, since you are a world of strangers I won’t ever meet.

I will look forward to it.

I will talk to you again.

Goodnight.