The resurrection

Blimey there’s a lot of dust in here. Whose idea was it to choose the blog template that looks like a petrol company website designed by an eight year old? Was that fashionable in 2011?

Ah 2011. A year when it was still acceptable to hum the Jim’ll fix it theme without parents eying you suspiciously and sweeping their children from your path. When the book of celebrity sex offenders was the size of a ‘visit Blackpool’ tourist leaflet rather than a multi-volume tome that would impress Norris McWhirter. When Peter O’Toole was not only famous for being a great actor, but also for being inexplicably alive despite decades of boozing. When Miley Cyrus’ bottom was less famous than her face. When there was no doubt about Jim Davidson being a lesser man than Rolf Harris. When I was wondering how long it would be until the amazing girl I had recently started dating was going to tell me that it wasn’t me, it was her*.

Since 2011 this blog has been dormant, occasionally reminding me of its presence with an email to say that something spammy has arrived in the comments section of various stagnating posts. Curiously enough most of these comments have come from ‘Jim’. Spam from beyond the grave, who’d have expected that? Sometimes the comment would look like an actual comment – a delightful prospect when you assume you are typing into the wind.

“I was not expecting that I’d get so much out of reading your write up!” they say.
“How nice!” I say.
“Buy windows 7 ultimate!” they say.
“Oh…” I say.

And yet here we are again, back from the grave. In the words of Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon 2 “we’re back” (of course he also says “we’re bad; he’s black; I’m a terrible anti-Semite” but let’s not get into that.)





*Incidentally she never did say this. What she did say, two years later, was “yes”.