Bloggers Block.

Have you ever had writers block? If you are a writer you probably have. I would never call myself a writer. I blog about all kinds of shite. Sometimes it has a point to make. I can be a gobby so and so sometimes and I feel very passionate about many things and I will kick off about discrimination be it racism, sexism or disablism if something gets my goat.

I am equally likely to write about the things that I love. Books, food and music are on the agenda here. Most people won't be interested in half (or maybe all) of the bands that I go and see but I would have loved to have been a music journo (without the pretentious bollocks they spout) and it fuels my dream.

I love lists. And I post a fair few. One of my mates once said that Hi-Fidelity, Nick Hornby's book on a music obessive reminded him of me such is my love of listing my 'favourite album track of the 90's' or my 'favourite jazz track'.

But today I can't think of anything to write about at all. Bloggers Block has hit the Boy Marmite.