I feel I should explain myself. Well, no, I don't. Because that would be an arduous and winding process for which no sane person has the time nor the inclination. I do not feel the need to explain myself, as such, rather the purpose (at this point) for the creation of a blog. It is basically because I keep losing really lovely links and I am jealous of everyone else's very capable, artistic and interesting blogs. There. I said it. Sheer envy and clumsiness. It is the main drive behind the majority for my real life decisions, so why should it be any different for my virtual ones?
Plus, my hard-drive is far too packed with pictures of well-dressed ladies and leather bound books and having another place to store them which doesn't cause the fan in my laptop to screech like a small, irate owl is probably a very good thing indeed.
From this point I make no promises, expect very little, and extend a preemptive apology for spelling mistakes, incessant ramblings, and porn.