OK folks, it’s that time again. What time? INDEX time. More specifically, blog time. More specifically still, INDEX blog time. Note the capitals in INDEX - this is important. Lying somewhere between Occam’s Razor and Crabtree’s Bludgeon (look it up ignorami - ignorami being plural for ignoramuses, cf hippopotami being plural for hippopotamuses), this is your plenty of nonsense, utterly dispensable guide to all things INDEX. But who be we harbingers o’lore, piffle-paffle and Church-sanctioned general risk-assessed youth-focused activities?
I be David C Warden, known to my friends as plain old, down-to-earth David Warden. You can keep the C however until at least casual acquaintance stage. Part of the ‘core’ ‘team’ at INDEX for the past two years now (this be my third), my role, more specifically, is to host a lovely little prayer meeting ere a Sunday morn service, and to communicate in the language o’ yore at every opportunity (hence all this nonsense). Before I continue, it is a truth universally acknowledged that 96% of folks reading my blog spraff (that’s everyone except my mother and, occasionally, sweet lady wife) move on to less wordy spraff somewhere else on the superhighway d’informatique by the end of the second paragraph, so to those of you leaving us now I bid a less than fond adieu.
Hi there mum, and Claire too, if you’re still reading. How are things? Don’t mention it, anytime – it was my pleasure. Yes I am a nice boy, I know. Anyway, as you can gather I ridiculously have an ‘other half’, or 'significant other' if you will, she being called Claire. She’s far friendlier and more amiable than me, which comes in really handy at social gatherings and when you have people round at your house who you don’t dislike, but at the same time don’t really have a ‘connection’ with, as it means I can look at my hands or fumble with the coasters or something and not be too disconcerting for the guests in question. It also means that when INDEX looks at the old ‘relationships’ chestnut the the spring, I’ll be able to bask in the comforting glow that can only come from knowing everything there is to know about the subject at hand. Great stuff.
Otherwise, I work for a publishing company as an editor, which always provokes the immediate, yet paradoxically final question from people, ‘What do you edit?’ You needn't have asked. The answer’s diaries and other business-related, time plan products, btw. I live in Leith and you are all lukewarmly invited to come and visit us (best to make sure Claire will be in first, though, or it could be a little awkward). Seriously it will be awkward so do make sure you ask.
Anyway, my name’s David, I’m 25, I am a Christian who believes everything in the Bible is true/infallible etc and then tries to work it all out from that basis but isn’t too worried if he can’t. I enjoy music (Pink Floyd, Yes, King Crimson, Hair metal, 80s sell-out supergroups etc); films (all sorts, Terrence Malick if I’m out to impress, pretentious Barry Levinson Robin Williams vehicle ‘Toys’ if I’m out to bemuse, anything with Cary Grant in it if I’m out for a laugh); television (Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace - I better mention it since I've 'borrowed' from it royally in this post - anything by Chris Morris) and reading books and pointless stuff on the internet. The best sermon I’ve ever heard was delivered in a church in Derbyshire when I was about 15, but I believe the man responsible went a bit crazy and got booted out from his church (for being a bit crazy) so I’ve tried not to get too obsessive about preachers. I do like guys who tell it straight though, and don’t leave out the sometimes gory details.
Anyway (again), that's me. Feel free to sift through some of the wreckage that is the old blog archives (it's not really wreckage but you can't say 'sift through' without adding the word 'wreckage' now can you?), cos there be plenty of other wordy piffle by me to have a gander at. Bye!
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