Hmm I seemed to have actually got autobiographical yesterday and treated this blog like a diary which was my initial purpose although there is something quite cathartic about discussing anything that seems to have occurred or that I've thought of during the day. Take for instance my point about the adverts like Amazon recommends. This is quite annoying after the first few uses as it presumes you must like an album because somebody else bought it as well as one you also bought. It's more confusing now because I always forget to ignore items I buy as presents but I do still check them out on the off chance of discovering a hidden gem.
   Also why is the time on some funny US time when I'm in the UK. If your going to display the time of posting you should show the local time otherwise it looks like I've got nothing better to do during the day or I'm some sort of insomniac typing away in the wee hours. Saying that, if there is a setting to adjust this then, to be honest, I haven't looked but then I only noticed that the time was wrong relevant to me last night (or yesterday afternoon!)
   A warning that things may get more boring as I will attempt to write down some events in the vain hope that one day my daughter may find them of some interest, although I hope that she has far more important things to do with her time. However if she asks me when something happened there may be I faint chance that I could find out for her by referencing this as I am all too aware of the fragility of memory. This is a subject that I kept hearing about on the radio and in a book and I suppose that is what prompted me to start this as I contemplated whether my memory had lied to me. There is one occasion I remembered as a child when reading a magazine on a family holiday in the back of the car called "Look-In" and Elvis was on the front cover. For years I believed this to be a tribute to him on his death only later to be told that we went on that holiday a few years after his death. It's not as if 1977 is too far away for me to remember as a 5 year old as it is the first year I can date memories as my sister was born and I remember the street party for the Queen' silver jubilee (I was dressed as, what was still called then, a Red Indian and made somebody dressed as a playing card run off crying when I fired an arrow and the rubber suction cup stuck on their forehead - truthfully I'm a bit vague as to whether the arrow stuck or not ) but I was oblivious to Elvis at this time.
   Another part of me thinks that this may take the fun out of trying to remember and having to live with the disappointment of being proved wrong. Still it'll probably just gather cyber dust.