My 100th Post

I’ve been a good blog reader lately, but not a good blogger. It feels like ages since I posted anything. I have had ideas, but for various reasons I have not completed anything. Dithering is a word that comes to mind, indecision is another. Or is it simply signs of nerves, stage fright or plain cowardice, now that I am facing my 100^th post?

I wanted to celebrate post #100 in style and got some inspiration from other blogs. There were a couple of memes that I spotted; I am still working on one of them but the other one, which seemed easy enough, disappointed me with its analysis of me. It was one of those “choose a picture that best represents your answer” to a number of questions. But as always it was too simplistic and decidedly quasi-psychoanalytical; just because I chose a picture of a beer glass I was deemed to be some bloke who loved to go out with a group of mates and down a few bevvies in a pub in order to get drunk; well more or less. Several other conclusions or interpretations were equally prejudiced.

I might still post the other meme. In the meantime this will have to do as my hundredth post. Dare I post my nr 101 later? You know room 101, the room in George Orwell’s novel “1984”, a torture chamber in the Ministry of Love where you had to face your worst nightmare, fear or phobia. Maybe this post really belongs in room/post 101?