INTRODUCTION.
If
you regularly look in on Watching The Detectives you will know I have
of late been at sixes and sevens over whether to keep plodding
along with it, adopt a new format, amend/modify it, or jack it in
altogether and leave blogland to the army of hobbyists, obscenity
pedlars, business opportunists and professional hacks obtainable in
increasing numbers at the click of a mouse or dab of a finger.
I've
made a few abortive attempts at an alternative format, but have
fallen each time at the hurdle warning me I could lose saved
additions to my current set-up – whatever that may mean. In any
case, I rather like the old fashioned layout. So once again it is
back to square one.
THE
TITLE.
The
Detectives are no longer in the title because they no longer figure
that much in the content: Poirot is dead, Foyle has retired, Patrick
Jane has bumped off Red John and scarpered and just about everything
left is a hodgepodge of tripe produced by giftless wonders.
I
have led with my name because it is a good name and one of the few now left in the country not preceded by a title or followed by letters. I
decided, after a brief try out and a checkup on Google, to dispense
with the full Christian name and revert to Den. Dennis has me either
muddled with a gentleman of similar name who is a Cambridge
University mathematician, or confused with a Senior Technician (P and
AV), of exactly the same name, who works at the School of
Dentistry/Oral Health Centre of Western Australia. It also places me
at an address in Ventnor from which my Leader and I moved in 2000 or
thereabouts. Bit like the papers, Google, ain't it?
THE
CONTENT.
Well,
think old dogs and new tricks. Never works that well. So don't expect
much change.
As if
you did anyway.
AND
THE WISH AGAIN.
A
Happy. Peaceful and Prosperous New Year
Gawdblessyer
one and all!
