This isn't a real blog, it's more likecommunity service.

It was either this or pick up litter from the side of the A48.

And that's a long road.

I suppose anyone who actually happens to stumble on this and stays long enough to read it will feel as if they've paid a small penance of their own.

Sorry, but that's the price you pay for having too much time on your hands.

And a PC you don't know what else to do with.

I actually need a Blog about as much as the world needs another Blogger.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Actually, I wasn't thinking anything. I was bored. The moral of this is don't let boredom set in and never make rash decisions. And if you apply to Blog at the Argus, don't assume that it'll be at least a week before they get back to you,and by which time you'll have had hours and hours to ponder what you'll write.

It doesn't work that way. (Hello Mark!) Mr M. NightShyalaman's new film was released this week. I liked Signs, and the one about the boy who saw dead people. I forget what it was called.

The Village was watchable until you figured out what was going on.

He's supposed to have spent a fortune making this new one. Has anyone seen it yet? I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do what Mr Night does and appear in his own movies.

Hitchcock did it but I don't think he ever went as far as giving himself a speaking part. It seems a little bit egotistical and self indulgent to me.... but listen to me, sitting here eating Jamaican ginger cake and imagining someone might actually want to read all this....

I figure I'll get at least seven readers for my first ever blog, my six fellow bloggers casting a critical eye over it, and the guy who monitors what we post.

Seven hits. I don't know if that's good or not. I think we'll probably have to get controversial if we want more hits.

I can do that, I've been reading Mike Buckingham for years.