I am staring at a blank computer screen wondering what on earth to write as the first ever entry on my Spare Times blog.
After all, if it turns me into the digital version of Samuel Pepys (highly unlikely), it will always exist somewhere, on some hard drive, and can be recalled at the click of a mouse to embarrass me. But I shall soldier on, ignorant of future history.
You may wonder what a leisure-type reporter does. Do I don leisure wear to work - a lemon jumper, faun slacks and comfortable shoes ensemble? ('No' is the answer.)
Do I report the news in a leisurely fashion, slouched in my chair and firing off half-finished reports before catching the early bus home? ('Gracious me, no' is the answer there.)
Or do I report on the throbbing leisure scene of Merseyside and West Lancs? The big musicals at the Empire (although I still wonder why Caractacus Potts broke into jaunty song down a sewer after his kids had been kidnapped in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), the am-dram productions in Southport (and there's a lot of 'em), the audience with Ken Barlow at Crosby Civic Hall (his wife played the judge who sent Tracy 'dahn') and the bands and soloists who play and sing their hearts out across the area. ('Ooh, yes', is the answer there.)
As the weeks progress I'll tell you about the tasty arts treats coming your way, and more importantly, finding out what you think about them.
I'm only one person, after all, and lots of opinions from excited readers are far more interesting to read than just one half-asleep reporter in faun slacks leaning back too far in his chair. So, for the sake of everyone else's sanity, here's to a two-way relationship with my potential online chums.
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