And here we go again . . .

Greetings, Dear Reader. Here we are again on another adventure.

To kick off, I have to admit that this “postcard” concept is a bit of a deception. Oh, I’ve never liked writing the paper versions, of course. After half a century of abuse, my poor old writing hand (*koff*) is incapable of holding a pen long enough to make a few lines of badly contrived “wish-you-were-here’s” legible. And, inevitably, we’ve been back in the country weeks before the damned things arrive. Far easier to pound two-fingered at a keyboard at a rate that exactly matches my run-down, alcohol-sodden, glacial thought processes. It’s done, sent, and received at the speed of light.

No. The real reason I have to admit a deception is pure ego gratification. The fact that even one person admits to reading this doggerel makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. And the fact that anyone even bothers to write comments – even if it is only “Gerroff! You’re using up valuable bandwidth!” – is enough to get me rushing out to the nearest internet café in the morning to read them.

And, of course, there is another reason: it gets me out of bed in the mornings. Always a temptation to sleep in, mosey on down to the apartment pool, read a half dozen sci-fi books, go for a beer, go to bed (repeat, rinse, etc.), this will force me to actually do something interesting (but preferably not lethal) every other day.

So, thank you for your patience and patronage. I will endeavour to keep it all varied, upbeat and suitably exotic.