"The Dawn of a Generally Poor-Quality Era In Blogging"

Hello, welcome and make yourself at home in my comfy little wordlettes. 

I write, habitually. Betweeded in only the finest Harris, I puff red-in-the-face while typing at a feverish pace. Hunched over my tarnished manual typewriter, I create a symphony beneath my fingertips on the heavy, out-dated keys.... Then on breaks, I smoke a pipe and think about jazz music and cakes. I'm really the archetype of the type of arch in which we're dealing... 

As a writer - purely in meaning one who writes a lot, not one who identifies themselves solely as such while pontificating about Proust - I find myself often left over with small bits of writing that don't fit in anywhere else, so in a feat of ground-breaking ingenuity I made the decision to start a blog upon which to play host. 

I'll also be posting the serialised stories (or chapters, if you like) making up a pulp exploitation novella titled "Society, Rubbished" which I've written. 

I believe that's all that's relevant at this specific time... Whatever time at which you might be reading this, that is...

- Peter.