Certainly these days people would and do blog but from The Grand hotel? I could almost picture them writing away as waiters passed. Indeed I feel surrounded by waiters rather than writers right now. The happy sounds of jazz sort of old style played by modern people echo around the place.
The only thing missing right now is a good old fashioned arm chair and a cloud of dense smoke. Well one I can live without.
So here I am sipping coffee writing, sort of and keeping an eye on the cricket, sort of. Its summer of course and for once its fine here. The cricket score comes via the iPhone so that's certainly out of character for the writers of the past. But I guess well in character for the likes of me. Blogging in the new age. Yet still sometimes I end up putting pen to paper and I mean a real pen, before re-typing into a blog or journal for anyone to read.
So what does that make me? Old new school, new old school or something else. One thing for certain, its not easy to write in this chair. Maybe they wrote at the bar, who knows. I wonder if its time to start another age or trend. Maybe now I could be a silicon blogger or is that too trendy.
Still for me, this is a small wander into what must of been a Grand life.
(First written at the Grand Hotel 15th June 2009)
