I never thought I would do it, and God knows I've resisted it till now, but I was badgered at work yesterday by 3 colleagues asking me if I was on it. They were all in their early twenties. This is the Web 2.0 generation right? Now I feel old, ten years ago I remember getting excited about ICQ and I can see the same enthusiasm in these younger folk! So they sat and watched while I accessed my profile, which I had created a while back but had not gone any further with. Then I found that I had a whole heap of friend requests from old school pals. After that I decided to play around with the Google City thing to see how many places I've been to, which was quite fun.
I woke up early this morning on my 50th birthday. It was as bright outside as it would ever be at 5am due to it being the summer solstice, the longest period of daylight time. From here on, the nights get longer. Sitting in bed with a cup of tea I started to think about some of the first stories I wrote, and a few memories came back to me. The first thing I remember writing was in my penultimate year in primary school, so we're talking 1983-4. Successfully combining two major phobias of mine, it was called "Tarantursnake" and took up a whopping four pages of my English workbook. I remember getting a decent mark for it, but the only thing I could remember from the story itself was a man hanging on for dear life to a pole suspended over a pit of tarantursnakes. In fact, that may have been the whole thing. I'm not so sure it followed any conventional rules of narrative. Later, in 1987, in high school, a collection of us smuggled copies of the newly published paperback of
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