Funny how things turn out.

Originally I began this blog with a lament about how difficult it has been trying to think of stuff to write about this week., writes video journalist and blogger Andy Toft.

Then I was going to explain how I felt this was down to a case of winter blues – how after Christmas life seems to click onto auto-pilot – get up, go to work in near darkness, do your day’s graft, return home in near-darkness, eat, watch TV/read, sleep, get up……and so it continues.

After that I was going to mention how I think this and the merging of the seasons into a grey, insipid backdrop – “Sprautumn” as Phil Jupitus so eloquently described it on his 6 Music breakfast show – dulls the senses.

This was going to bring me onto the point that despite plenty of potential material flashing on my blogging radar I was drowning in a sea of indifference to the week’s events.
From there was I was going to point out that I knew things were bad when I could barely raise a fist to Steve McLaren’s latest exercise in “spin-and-grin” (what are the chances those videos of the Spain game he sent out to his players actually ended up in their DVD players rather than the bin?

I know I wouldn’t want to sit through that game again. Maybe more emphasis on the actual job in hand rather than PR might be a bit of start).
But just in reconsidering my initial indifference to McLaren’s latest outpouring I could feel the sensory circuitboard beginning to fire up.

Then thoughts turned to the Brits and Joss Stone’s painfully cringeworthy appearance – more pantomime dame than Soul Diva, and you’re from Devon not Detroit luv.
Now, thanks to the process of writing the blog, I was beginning to awake from my malaise.

Stone’ insistance that the audience should spare a thought for Robbie Williams (back in the news after he checked into rehab) set me off down another avenue.
On my day off I was unlucky enough to tune into This Morning where I was greeted by Eamonn Holmes telling us that everyone loves Robbie.
Well I’d just like to stick up a hand and say: “Sorry, that’s not strictly true pal.”
I for one feel nothing but indifference towards a fella whose wealth and fame far outstripped his talent years ago yet for all that is still managing to make a complete horlicks of his life.

If I was him I’d leap out of bed each morning in wide-eyed wonder that I’ve managed to fashion a career and fortune from such modest ability.
Come on Robbie things could be a lot worse, you could still be living in Stoke or having to share the limelight with one-man-smug-fest Gary Barlow.

By now the restorative powers of writing a blog were becoming clear – there’s nothing like the thought of Take That’s lead singer to get the anger glands pulsing again.
The original blog was going to expound the virtues of a cold, sunny winter morning – the kind we rarely have anymore – for jolting you out of an early-year slump.

Now though, having looked back on what initially seemed an uneventful week I can confirm that blogging has the same effect.
So there you have it – blogging is the perfect antidote to the Sprautumn Blues.

• Andy Toft is the Express & Star’s video journalist. Read other entries in his blog by clicking here
  
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