Old enough to know better

It has taken me two and half hours to get as far as writing my first post.  Not because I'm a technophobe, just that I've suddenly come over all self conscious.  Just imagine, the whole world wide web looking at me.  First there was the whole naming problem.  Various ideas were prodded, poked and tried on for size.  Too dull? Too witty?  Not me at all.  Sounded like a porn site or a blog for the British Tourist Board.  I settled in the end for Curate's egg.  Good in parts, just like me.

Then of course I needed a design.  And a profile. Didn't you know that you can tell a great deal about a person from their background?  I'm not talking upbringing here you understand, just the colour of their blog.  I swear it's true; I read it in Cosmopolitan.  And there's the question of profile, font, photos... I've made more decisions in the last two hours than in the previous two months.

You would have thought that by my age I would have realised that no one gives a tinker's cuss anyway.  They are all too worried about how they look.  When in fact, no one is looking at all.

So here it is.  It's all been rather traumatic, so I'm off to have a beer and lie down in a dark room.  If it's all the same to you.