Let the rain fall down, I'm coming clean...

So it’s come to this. I’ve jumped on the bandwagon. I’ve sold-out like a shot. You’re gonna love it.

I’ve finally decided to write one of these blog thingy-majiggs. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no technophobe. I know my way around a USB stick. However, I find the whole issue of posting one’s private life on the internet, purely to satisfy other people’s voyeuristic cravings, somewhat…hypocritical. As a society, we scoff at the tracksuit-clad teens and peroxide prima-donnas who parade their dirty laundry on The Jeremy Kyle Show and its counterparts. We ridicule glamour model Jordan for courting the media when it suits (on the cover of OK, clutching her disabled son with pound signs flashing in her pupils) and condemn poor Heather Mills when she complains about the perverted paparazzi who shadow her movements for days on end.

But blog writing is acceptable.

Bitching about your supposed “friends” to an invisible audience, of potentially millions, is acceptable.

Hrmmm.

So, purely as an experimental social exercise, I have decided to write a blog. And every last detail of my crazed little life shall be documented here. I’ll change names and the like, for obvious reasons, and I’ll have boundaries and respect people’s privacy.

Let the games begin ;)