Birth of a blog

Just wanted to take the time to credit my wife, Sarah, for this blog. It was totally her idea.

It came about during the glorious child free lunch we had at a local pub last weekened when my parents came to visit and babysat for a couple of hours. My plan had been to write a book about my experiences as a father (which is as magical and wonderful as it is infuriating and draining). In fact it still is my plan to write that book, but she pointed out that this is the 21st century and these days you need to first establish a following before you take on something that ambitious.

And so here I am, blogging into the ether in the hopes that someone stumbles across it and clicks the follow button (hasn't happened yet) and will eventually help me promote a book.

Writing a book has always been one of my lifetime ambitions. There were three, the first being to have my name on a patent (which I achieved) and the third to be the proud owner of a Lotus Turbo Esprit - a result of James Bond's The spy who loved me and has since been removed from the list (I've been lucky enough to own a sports car when I was younger and owned it long enough to know I can't be trusted behind the wheel of a fast car) and has never been replaced with anything else.

So, book it is then.