Elb addicted........

I'm easily led, and when I like something, I REALLY like something.....

A fellow scribbler raved for some time about a particular brand of notebook, and finally - intrigued by the zealot-like adoration of these things, I bite the bullet, take the bovine by the sharp protruberances and succumb to the hype.

My first parcel is delivered to my place of work, and with trembling fingers, I eagerly liberate the small black book from its packaging, break the cellophane seal and....... nothing. Zero. Not a sausage. No bolt of lightning - no choirs of angels - just a 9 by 14 centimetre notebook with creamy ruled pages... and a handy little pocket at the back for those essential bits and bobs.... I was expecting something more somehow, and slightly disappointed, I put it aside as I carry on with my daily work.....

These seemingly harmless little black notebooks however, hide a sinfully wicked secret, and it isn't long before I feel the pull of the innocent black book enticing me away from the gritty reality of work, seducing me beyond the dark covers into the pure unsullied sheets inside..... Guiltily, I down tools and pick up a pen. Write is wrong - I should be working! I put the pen down again, but the force from the dark side is too strong, and like an alcoholic let loose in an off-licence, I descend swiftly into the madness of Moleskine addiction.........

It's only a matter of moments before I understand what all the hype is about, and I find myself fondling the sleek black cover before delving inside again to the smooth, pristine pages - hesitating but a moment before I mar them with a harsh slash of black ink, and change their virginal state irrevocably...... Startled by the effect, I pause - realise that there is no going back - and gleefully embrace the culture of Moleskine...............

It's official.

My name is Elb, and I'm a Moleskine addict...........