Procrastination Central.

'Procrastination Central' was my original title for this blog. The product of a good twenty or thirty seconds of careful thought between chews at lunchtime. A good way of really hammering home to potential followers the distinct possibility that it might not get updated that regularly, I thought.
But then, 'Procrastination Nation' has that rhymey sort of thing going on doesn't it? Sounds a bit better. Evokes memories of 'Alien Nation' - that show where the spotty headed aliens came to live amongst us and became policemen, or 'Prozac Nation' - that film where Christina Ricci got her boobs out in the days when she didn't really get her boobs out much.

So Procrastination Nation it is. I did wonder for a brief moment if people would think it was some veiled reference to living in Kenya. A slight at the good people of this country, insinuating perhaps that things seem to take ten times as long to get done here as they do in the UK. It's not. I assure you it's not. It's far more to do with my own inability to get round to doing those things I mean to do ...and possibly Christina Ricci's boobs.

Things do take ten times as long in Kenya though.

Almost a year late.

On July 24th 2008 I left London with three friends (who are also colleagues) headed for Nairobi, Kenya. We were about to embark on an exciting, ambitious project that was likely to take up two and a half years of our lives. At the time I had been telling people that if I was ever going to start a blog, then that surely would be the perfect time. It probably was.

Unfortunately I tend to procrastinate a little now and then. No, that's rubbish. I'm an expert in procrastination. I took a course in it, passed the exam with flying colours, got the diploma and went on to do the PhD. Now I'm being funded by a research grant. I am Doctor Procrastination.

So welcome to the start of the blog I'd promised all those friends of mine. Not quite a year late.

The Doctor is in.