Identity

When I began this blog, I vowed it to be about life in general, not so much about my life, but about things which everyone can relate to. Then I realised that it may seem peculiar reading something someone else has written when you dont know who they are, I could be a terrorist, a clown or a prostitute for all you know.
Also, if I write endless drabble about myself it may get rather boring, and Im not that kind of person, and Im sure youre not that kind of person who would like to know all about me, unless you are my stalker then HI. Oh and, Im not so 'self indulgent' (dont worry, I know that sounds rather strange but I learnt it from the aerobics video in our games lessons with a rather camp instructor telling us to strut, really rather hilarious).
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Right this is harder than I expected; writing about yourself whilst trying not to write about yourself. I should create a false identity- sounds very MI5 doesn't it?!
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Paul, I am a fisherman from Bray, a small town near Dulbin, Ireland. I wake up at five in the morning to catch the best fish, it takes determination, but I do it for the people of Bray. When Im not attending my duties, I am morris dancing in the town hall, rather fun (said in Irish accent).
Then again I cant help but note the irony in this post, as the people who read this blog, are mainly close friends and  family, who would know me. Internet here I come.