Jeezo this whole blog is really out of date.
I had a meeting with an agent a couple years ago (when I was sure I was on the cusp of hitting the big time and would need someone else to answer my calls but this time never came PLEASE SOMEONE CALL ME I'M SO LONELY) and the agent told me how bad an idea blogs are because they inevitably end up as a graveyard of dated beliefs. I laughed because I knew that mine would be different.
Yet here we are, years between posts and a deep-wrinkle-causing cringe on my face if I dare to scroll down. Don't do it. I'm doing it now and I don't know why I'm not just kicking myself in the face instead.
I have continued to write. But mainly in the Scottish Sunday Herald. Some of them are archived here. Where are the rest? Erased from the internet in order to add value to my gran's collections of newspaper cut-outs.
I also occasionally write for Cycling Weekly. Most of them were never put on the internet so just believe me when I say that every word is hilarious. I mean the overall impact is confusing but every word is either Ecclefechan or boobies which are the funniest ones out there, so, yeah, pretty consistently lol causing.
And maybe one day I will return to here as a platform.
Alas I'm not going to delete the whole blog in an embarrassed strop. For the meantime, the photos and my palmares are still kept up to date, ish, so they can justify it's continuation.