Gone Fishin’
Today is this here blog’s 1 year anniversary.
I had set up a blog on January 29, 2008 at 12:09 pm but with very little intention of doing anything with it. Then one fine day last year two fine folk, Andrew and Ruby, dropped by and told me, literally, to get the finger out. That day was the 24th of July 2008. And one year on this blog lives to tell the tale.
There have been 180 posts, 24,589 views and 978 comments in that time. So thanks to everyone who dropped by, lurked, commented, put up with my rants and came back for more. It’s been real.
Seriously though, it’s been most rewarding. I have enjoyed, and will continue to enjoy, the banter and the linkage that has developed over the past year.
On the back of this blog I’ve had a photo of mine published in a very worthy book, DJ’ed at a club night and been asked to write on other sites I love to read. I’ve met some cool people whether in real life or via their blogs; it’s been most excellent.
Most of all this blog has given me a voice that I would not have had otherwise. Oh and the chance to read some very fucking brilliant posts by some very fucking brilliant people. It’s been most interesting. Long may it continue.
Today I’m off on holidays to sunnier climes for a couple of weeks but I shall be back. Renewed, replenished and ready to rant and rave all over again. So until then…
Shine on you crazy diamonds.
NaRocRockin’ Developments…
As of today I shall be contributing the odd post over at the mighty Blog Pound. See, the other day I received what can only be described as “an unexpected e-mail”. Why? Because the subject line read… “An unexpected e-mail”. I was, admittedly, pleasantly surprised.
The email came from Someone Living, the omniscient proprietor of the collective that is the Blog Pound. It asked if I’d “like to become part of The Pound and write a little something for us from time to time”.
After thinking about it for a day, I gladly gave my consent. “No pressure”, said Someone Living. Initially I was slightly concerned about taking on another blogging effort but thought fuck it. A change is as good as a rest and all that jazz.
I do like the Blog Pound and those who contribute to it and comment there. So I gladly accepted the offer and promised to be “vaguely regular”. I hope that’ll do.
In other blogging news… The Lives Of Others is back. The blog that is, not the dark and moving East German Secret Police drama.
I was always a fan of The Lives Of Others blog. It really was/is an inspired idea. It had some really frank, honest and courageous posts the likes of which you’d never see on people’s own personal blogs. However of late the site had gone fairly quiet. Maybe because its group of anonymous contributors had simply posted all they could.
But now I’m glad to see it’s back and with some welcome changes having been implemented. The goalposts have been shifted. But in a good way. The Lives Of Others is now an open forum where anyone can post whatever they like and still remain anonymous and untraceable. An anonymous postbox if you will. So let’s see how much we’re willing to reveal about our inner selves.
Go here for more info and to post the posts you could never otherwise post. If you get my drift?!?
Some of the things what bring people here…
Oh and there were a few searches for “Kenny Egan Boxer Naked” too. Can’t be forgetting Kenny.
Bless me Father….
… for I have sinned. It’s been 6 days since my last post, and 12 since my last real one. And time has not been my friend Father. All go go go it seems of late. And you see, I’ve been the victim of a broken laptop Father. It appears she didn’t like various liquids being spilled all over her. First tea then water. And no amount of cajoling or rehab could save her. So that didn’t help the posting situation.
Before that it was all credit crunch this and recession that. And that was just fine with me. Then that lad from Moneygall disturbed everything father. Suddenly it was all “historic” this, “seismic” that. The interweb was heaving with hyperbole and cliché. It felt only right to take a break after all that. Readjust. Even over at the mighty Pound there has been a slowdown in posts. Maybe we’re all just taking stock?
Perhaps like Michael Stone we should all just “Make Art Not War”? Are you listening Buffalo Cane?!? And K8 the Ir8? Put the fucking lotion in the basket! Or Cuthbert Cannon will kick all our asses.
