Scribbling away

Do you remember that terrifying moment at school when you had to make a presentation to the class? Every kid was watching. The teacher was watching. It felt like time was standing still.

You spoke, you waited, you held your breath. What happened next generally depended on whether you chose to talk about something interesting, like the footy, or something that could sink you in three short minutes of desperately mumbled phrases; your pet dog's new kennel perhaps.

Bit of a red letter day today. For the first time, we've published Brigade magazine online before it goes out on the streets in print.

For many, this is the beginning of a new era. For others, it will be a sad day of walking away from the tried and tested practices of the past.

Mick Jagger couldn't get no satisfaction.

Last week was the deadline for the next edition (winter) of Brigade magazine.  So I'm putting out the call now for ideas for spring.

We're thinking about a feature on Breathing Apparatus - how it works, when it's used, how it's changed over the years; all those kinds of details.

What a day it's been so far! I was literally shaking before we launched this morning and haven't been that nervous since the Dogs ran out after three quarter time in the prelim last year.

We've had hundreds of people sign up and we're even starting to get some news stories come through from contributors, which is a great result for the site. I hope you'll all stay involved and we'll see a whole lot more.

After years of stubbornly refusing to build a presence in cyberspace, I have finally made the big leap into the blogosphere.