Compelled. Terminator. Alley.

I don’t think I’m a compulsive blogger. It’s just not in me. I am a compulsive reader though. And I’ve developed a web rut, a routine of sites to check in a very un-interactive way. It’s a kind of security I think, like walking the same way to work. It’s not always healthy to have such a routine, I know. So I always know what the Guardian football page is saying. Ask me every ten minutes or so when I’m online if it’s changed and I’ll probably be able to tell you. Maybe a bit of a blog will help to blow away the cobwebs.

I was talking to somebody yesterday about broadband connections and he was telling me that Sky are looking at satellite connections. Six years until we’re looking for John Connor then. Bagsy the big gun.

I’m also stopping the running of the open mic gig at the Alley Cafe in Nottingham. The last event is on the 21st of this month. Five years and out indeed. It feels like the right thing to do. Perhaps I can concentrate a little more on my own stuff rather than hosting other people’s. Lots of regulars have asked me why I’m stopping. I’ve said it’s someone else’s turn now. Some people look a bit blank at that point. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been great fun – mostly – I’m just tired of being asked to host stuff and having conversations where it feels like someone’s talking to the gig. I seem to have partly lost the ability to distinguish when this is happening. Perhaps I’ll go to someone else’s poetry night now. After a break, natch.