I write this on a train to Swansea, that has just left Reading station. I use this as the start of this blog purely as an exercise in vanity. To the unknowing reader, this statement is fairly empty and has little immediate meaning, hopefully prompting an inquisitive mind to keep going. To those who know me, this fact is wholly alien and unusual. Why? I live in Epsom, to the south west of London, quite some distance from here, so to find me this far flung from my quiet home in Surrey is certainly not the norm. Or at least it wasn't until recently.
