1,000

This is my 1,000th post in what has turned out to be part diary, part travelogue, part cultural musing, part life curation... as well as part mild obsession and part waste of time? 
I kept a diary in 1974 (you know, "watched Blue Peter, played football, had beans on toast") and again in 1979 and '80 (the end of school and beginning of univ), but stopped after that. 
Thirty years later it is still largely for my own pleasure, but the fact that it can be read by anyone means that Freud or Jung would have something to say about that...