MCI

< As much as I would like to embark on a tirade about the life-and-death nature of an evolving blog on this platform and the irretievable result of an errant index finger accidentally brushing over the delete button, I would like to point out to Mr Dot-Com that, after stoving away over a hot slave for a few hours creating another insightful masterpiece on life in the 21st century, that IT'S JUST NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH!!! Like a souffle, a blog doesn't rise twice. (And while I'm at it, what's with the tiny little font? Has Mr blogger.com got shares in SPECSAVERS?) As a result, another small literary masterpiece is lost forever. This is particularly distressing for an elderly contibutor with a rapidly diminishing life expectancy and Minor Cognitive Impairment. All I can recall of my purloined blog is that it had something to do with the pro tempore nature of life for an old bastard, and included a metaphorical representation of, precisely, that.