Look Ma! I'm "blogging"

SO! A fresh new blog. All idle and waiting to be either abandoned by yours truly or twisted into something horrible for some devious purpose.
A good friend actual pushed me on to this ever-growing craze, a friend who I'll no doubt reference immensely and has not one, oh no, not two, but FOUR blogs on the go. So if she can sustain four of the blighters and still find time to do all that life stuff then I can damn well try myself. Am I right? I'm right.

What you'll (hopefully!) see in the coming future is my questionable attempts at being creative. From doodles and characateurs to the ramblings of a Yorkshire mind addled by far too many nights in front of a TV screen or behind a book. Amateur at everything and Pro at nothing, if I can make myself continue updates and not let down that one fan (I know you're their Bluebird!) then in my mind this means I'm practicing. That wonderful and elusive P-word that apparently makes people better at things.

Now. I suppose I should get on with my real job...