A week or so ago I conducted an experiment. I decided to write down everything I did in a kind of log that I planned to port to the web after seven days. It was a little writing experiment that I thought would be cool if for no other reason than it would capture a week in my life. Seven days of Simon if you will.

At the time it seemed like a great idea. What with Big Brother and a whole host of other so called ‘reality TV’ shows that are knocking about, as well as the many thousands of day to day web logs out there on the net, I thought that giving everyone a glimpse into my week would perhaps cash in on that slightly overexploited but still evident voyeurism that is clearly out there.

However, after sitting here reviewing my notes written on a pad surreptitiously ‘borrowed’ from the stationary cupboard of a place I worked at eons ago, I have come to the conclusion that I am not nearly as interesting as I previously thought! Indeed the seven days I chose to catalog turned out to be among the most interesting of ‘normal’ weeks I have had this summer. A fact that makes my conclusion all the more sobering.

The log notes seemed to basically consist of variations on the same kind of theme. I get up late, I go to bed late. I chat to the hairdressers in the salon downstairs, I drive my car places, I eat, I watch TV, I talk on the phone. I visit friends, they visit me, I write emails, I read emails, I read the MacAssist Mac user forum, I watch recordings of 24 and Six Feet Under while I eat a grapefruit for breakfast. And in all of this I work at sporadic intervals between working out at the gym, visits to various shops and sitting in my garden trying to catch a few of the rare glimpses on sunlight that will look back upon and call summer.

It’s hardly gripping stuff to be honest. I did actually write a… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]