Now like countless other mammals ranged across the globe I regularly receive a myriad of spam helpfully dealt with by my email filters but today was the first time I have had such a letter by post! The fun of being on the electoral register I suppose. Still, what seems most impressive as this letter had managed to reach from a senior investment consultant in Singapore with nothing more than a second class stamp, and an English one at that! Most ingenious. Sadly however I doubt I will able to help this individual in taking a share of my deceased namesake's thirty million dollars as in time of overwhelming financial chaos I feel I must forgo any speculative activity for the present. So then it will have to be as he fears and the Singaporean authorities will seize this non-existent money. Such a tragedy. Ah well, life goes on, except for imaginary dead people anyways.

Still, tomorrow I shall hopefully be scampering off for a little visit to the caravan. The humans may have returned to their abode but I can still go visit my kitty for petting and gifts of mouse. Another interesting thing tomorrow perhaps will be that apparently, as part of a series of guides on writing, The Observer is going to contain one on writing poetry. I shall be intrigued to see as to whether or not it will have anything within that I might find useful. Today's little booklet in The Guardian on writing fiction was nice if it did little more to back up and confirm my own sentiments on the matter. Tomorrow's poetry guide will have an introduction by Wendy Cope which sounds interesting. We shall see anyways, it be a little thing to look forward to.

The one part of writing, be it poetic or prose, that I have trouble with I suppose is doing it. That is to say, the actually sitting down and typing bit rather than just thinking about it. The thinking is important of course but it wont get you much with out the actual work as well. Still, I suppose that's more or less always been generally true with me of life in general. I can do the thinking, but less skilled at the practical application. You'd imagine though that deciding what you want to do and then doing it would be fairly straightforward. Plenty of people will say just get out there and do it, which is hard to argue with, but being simple and straightforward may not be such a simple and straightforward task. It is though suggested that the introvert is naturally more sensitive so maybe it's all part of the whole Type 1 and Type 2 personality thing. Still, I digress. I suppose to some extent though this very journal is me being compelled to write. I'd still do it even if no one at all was reading. Content aside, do my pointless ramblings have any stylistic merit? Hopefully it doesn't in some way detract from me doing perhaps more creative and artistic scrawl? *shrugs*

Well, these thoughts are only half-formed really so I shall for now scamper off and maybe come back to them later once I have read my little guide and petted my fluffy kitty. I am looking forward to The Guardian Book on the English Language that will be in next weekend's paper though. This from the newspaper famed for having as many spell mistakes and typographical errors as my little fradulent letter did! Last weekend for instance I was amused to note a short review for the unqiue new paring in dance between the actress Juliette Binoche and the boxer Amir Khan. Amir Khan?! Oh wait, that should have been the choreographer Akram. Hee, though more people might have been interested to see that first paring!

Not that I'm terribly pedantic bore when it comes language, lord knows I make enough little errors on these pages, but it can be of much amusement particularly when it comes to Fox News or the Republican National Convention, which is why I suggest if you're in need of a smile you visit http://www.englishfailblog.com sometime. It will make you feel a bit better about things for a while.