Well, I still haven't bought my ticket and I've told the world and his wife - and anyone who'd listen in the pub - that I'm going, so I better pull my finger out. My plan is to buy the ticket next week when I'm not working in London. But knowing my powers of procrastination, that's no certainty.
I guess this blog is a way to make it a little bit more real to me, rather than it just being a story down the pub! It's been great talking about it all summer long, now I just have to do it. I've had the most wonderful summer in the New Forest with the family and the odd trip up to London - it's at least reminded me that London is not the centre of the universe and that I've missed being around my family for so long.
I'm not sure whether the contents of this blog will be about interesting looking old men in Hong Kong, or a way of inflicting the innermost workings of my existential crisis on you all. That's something that I have yet to decide - a tricky one given the potentially mixed audience. But at the very least, it'll tell those of you who care where I am in the world and what I'm doing there.
Hopefully it'll be a little more regular than my actual physical diary, which if I remember rightly has five years on one page.
