You’re very welcome to the blog of Edward Whitfield. It’s exactly what it looks like: thought-waste recycled as web content.
This scroll is a forum if you will (and frankly, even if you won’t) for Mr Whitfield to engage in his favourite type of conversation, namely the one sided variety, with cursory participation from you, the world.
In order that the blog is written with integrity and avoids the pitfalls that atrophy similar accounts, founding principles have been established. If you feel the scribe has defaulted on any of these, please hold that thought until your brain turns blue.
- I will not post something unless I have something to say: An obvious one you may think but you’ll know this is a necessary qualification as most blogs are based on the notion that a record of one’s movements, a list of your favourite bodily functions or a pile up of fatuous truisms masquerading as opinion is enough to sustain a blog; it isn’t. There’s no reason why you should be interested in anything I have to say but my guarantee to you is that posts represent the best draft of my views available at the time of publication. I couldn’t have done any more. Well, maybe I could, but I wasn’t as committed as I needed to be. I was lazy, or tying to get it done in time for an evening meal. You’d have done even less though, much less and that’s the real point, isn’t it?
- I will never lie to you:* I won’t deliberately misrepresent individuals or myself. If in doubt it stays out.**
- They’ll be no self-deprecating dishonesty: I’m a card carrying Whitfieldite so I won’t waste your time pretending otherwise.
- Self-promotion is out: This scroll is word residue from my slow crawl through life; the blog equivalent of a snail’s trail on a garden path. It exists for its own sake, y’know, like art’s supposed to. If you’ve just read that and thought “huh?” then this probably isn’t the blog for you. No, I can’t point you to a more appropriate one.
*Though exaggeration can’t be ruled out.
**Those alleging libel should know that I almost certainly qualify for legal aid and will instruct my lawyers to counter-sue as a first response. The truth is an absolute defence. De gustibus non est disputandum.
Biographical fantastical:
Edward Whitfield forsook the womb and moved to private accommodation in London on April 8th 1977. Everything that happened after that is a matter of public record. Now his adventures are your adventures but your adventures will never be his adventures, and even if such a thing were possible, he wouldn’t want them.
Thank you for giving up a bit of your life to read Is That All There Is? – I’m a little in love with you.
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