It’s January 1st 2005 and this is my first blog entry.

I have no idea if I will keep this up or not. It’s an experiment in whether my blog will be as interesting as the thoughts in my head. I have always secretly suspected that everyone thinks their own inner lives are richer than other people’s. I suppose that’s why the classic modern novels are interesting to read – you want to know if the narrator experiences life like you do. Of course, it may be that I’m still a Holden Caulfield and still have the world view of a teenager, in which case my immaturity will be painfully recognised by any readers of this blog.

Either way, let’s hope this experiment in blogging doesn’t show me up to be a 21st Century Mrs Dalloway, faffing about trivia and understanding nothing.