So often on the evening commute home I am struck by the conceit that my opinions and reflections are somehow worth sharing. I might be walking on a Cornish cliff top, sitting in a meeting or wading through the crowds in town and something will occur to me that I want to capture in words. Sometimes I manage to do so. More often I don’t.

For years I have promised myself that I would find the right moment to start inflicting those words on the world by blogging. As with most things in life, however, it takes a coincidence of inspiration, motivation and environment to get me started. Sat here with Em, in front of a roaring fire, snow falling outside on the Lincolnshire Wolds, surrounded by friends, coffee and satsumas, and with more than five minutes to think, that moment seems to have arrived.

I sincerely apologise now to anyone I offend in the days, weeks, months and years ahead. I certainly hope I manage to offend someone…

Ben