Pretentious git. Ah, but this blog started off as an exercise in pretentiousness...
...And concealment. It allowed me to be any age, any gender.
Let's come clean. I'm a middle-aged man, the product of a certain society and conditioning, of a certain time. All my life I've tried to transcend all that: the Home Counties, the 1950s, the public school upbringing, the conservatism.
Right now I'm doing it by writing stories. Every morning I sit down and spend an hour or two imagining the adventures of a pair of teenagers (one male, one female) in the mid 15th century. It's a kind of magic.
I tried traditional magic. I tried the lighting-a-load-of-candles-and-casting-a-c
But here in this Journal- if I can remember how it's done- I shall try to be myself.