The Procrastinator.
Today, a
computer-generated page stares back at me, blankly, taunting me to fill it.
“Go on then", it screams. “Find something of interest to say and quick.”
Damn this blank page; damn it to Hell. It’s not being very supportive of my plight.
This afternoon was productive. I edited the latest episode of mine and Glyn’s More Than Mostly Comedy Podcast, then did the washing up. I also went to the shop to buy eggs, tomatoes and biscuits. Not bad going for a Saturday.
(Is it a Saturday?)
Now, I’m at a bit of a loss. I think I’ll make a cup of tea and settle down to watch a bit of Tony Hancock. Primarily his face. I might also work my way through that packet of biscuits.
It’s all go in the Ephgrave household.
“Go on then", it screams. “Find something of interest to say and quick.”
Damn this blank page; damn it to Hell. It’s not being very supportive of my plight.
This afternoon was productive. I edited the latest episode of mine and Glyn’s More Than Mostly Comedy Podcast, then did the washing up. I also went to the shop to buy eggs, tomatoes and biscuits. Not bad going for a Saturday.
(Is it a Saturday?)
Now, I’m at a bit of a loss. I think I’ll make a cup of tea and settle down to watch a bit of Tony Hancock. Primarily his face. I might also work my way through that packet of biscuits.
It’s all go in the Ephgrave household.