Well, by posting our little announcement and then not adding anything new to the blog for a fortnight, I think I've squeezed every last possible comment out of my readership. Thanks for all your kind words, it really was nice to hear from you all. Thanks for turning out!
Speaking of large turn-outs brings me on to the big news of the day, the fantastic election results in the US. It's hard to believe it's all over, especially since even in the UK the US election has been headline news for well over a year now.
American democracy seems to be a strange beast, sometimes inexorably slow, other times remarkably swift. Americans appear happy to spend years preparing for each election, conversely on the day of voting they're impatient for the results, often declaring results just after the polls have closed and well before all the votes are counted. But then, after the result is known, weeks pass before the incumbent hands over to the President Elect.
Coming from a country where snap elections are called with a few week's notice, the results aren't declared until all the votes are counted, and leaders change overnight, it all seems a little arse-about-face.
But what I do I know? We only invented democracy. Or was that the Greeks? I forget. Or are we the ones who've been doing it the longest? Something like that. We're definitely the best at it. We should get a cup or something.
Anyway, thinking about Obama's victory brings my thoughts full circle, back to my life and the new life that's coming. In particular I'm thinking about the F word: the Future.
The Future isn't something I've thought about much in my life, to be honest. It's just something I've allowed to arrive and wash over me. One of the creeping realisations that's dawning on me since Junior started setting up shop in Wombsville (population 1), is that the future isn't a blank page anymore, it's got a definite structure and form, and certain things are going to have to happen.
The blank page is now more like a sheet of A4 feint ruled. With a margin and everything. Begging to be written on.
I've already started with the first line: "stop making crap analogies".
That will do for now.
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