An aid to inspiration

Here's something we're going to encounter more and more. My blog now appears to have taken on a life of its own. I logged in and came directly to this 'new entry'. Not a home button in sight, and all I wanted to do was to add Leona O'Neill's blog to my 'Blogs I'm following' category (actually I find it hard enough to follow my own blog - we're all time poor these days).

The point is, it's the blog that's doing this. It's taking the decisions - I have the illusion of free will. It's like the friendly woman in Starbucks who immediately starts the Venti Cappuchino. Soon my car will be heading straight for the Journal office, even on my day off (what's that? - ed. (had to put that in)). The porridge will be on first thing in the morning, though I feel like LIDL's fruit and nut muesli. We already have 'predictive text'. When I go up the town later, the staff at Next will already have the 6 months - 9 months boy's babygro at the checkout (scary). Staff at the Green Oaks retirement home have me pencilled in for 2035 (hopefully). The funeral oration is already prepared ('But perhaps his most glorious moment came when he rescued the Observer . . '). 'God' has the hairs on my head counted (or have I read that somewhere before?) The computer will automatically put every second part of the sentence in brackets (like this).

Anyway, what was I talking about . .

A real test for Google Images - what you get if you put in 'Martin McGinley at 80, still harbouring [or rather, 'harboring'] the illusion of 'free will''