Izdihar - Magic Kingdom Escapology

Anyone daft enough to follow what's going on around here will have noticed that my rate of posting is steadily deteriorating. It's nothing deliberate, though work has been a bit manic of late and isn't likely to let up any time soon - nothing new there though. We were promised that we'd get a bit of a breather once we moved into Salwa, but it's been anything but.

There's also that nagging question of what the hell is this blog for? I've not worked it out and I suspect that you haven't either. I've read that you should try to find your own voice on these things, but given that a blog is essentially mute, I'm not overly sure that will help. If I think over what I do with my down-time, you can perhaps see some glimmers of what's bashing away at the keyboard at the moment; I 'aspire' to become something of a web-designer, I dream of playing the perfect round of golf, I seek to take that elusive emotionally charged photograph, I slave away at making some defining musical statement. In reality, I'm a bloke who owns a PC, a bag of golf clubs, a camera and a few guitars. The credit card maketh the man I think. I'll keep plodding along though and maybe one day it'll make a bunch of sense.