It’s a funny old thing this blogging business. On the one hand, it’s not very much different to scribbling my thoughts in an old jotter and stuffing it under my bed. But, on the other, someone might actually be reading it.
And for the purposes of this discussion I’m not talking about my eternally fabulous nearest and dearest. For them my blog simply saves us all time “yeah, I know what you did, I read it on the blog”.
Recently I made the mistake of putting a counter on the blog so now I’m bending my brain to figure out who those other 30 or so mystery clicks have come from. I’m seeing shiny haired families rushing in from their day’s exertion to log on and see the latest Bun Dance pearls. Or successful and charismatic publishing executives salivating at such a find.
So, you see, in a fit of late-onset pretension, I’ve got responsibilities to my audience…
What am I going to blog about now because no one apart from my EFN&D will give a hoot about what I think about stuff and even then they’re probably just pretending.
Who cares that I can’t really see the point of kiwi fruit or that the Bridges of Madison County, Miss Saigon and Two Little Boys by Rolf Harris all made me cry? Does anyone really give a monkeys that I think that Hell’s Kitchen is about the lowest and most insulting form of television since television began? Did they really think that sticking Brian from Big Brother in a room with that hideous bigot Jim Davidson would have anything other than a predictable outcome? And while we’re on the subject – as anyone who has ever worked in the catering trade for more than five minutes will attest – you can’t cook properly for more than a small dinner party and keep your pinnie clean.
What’s left to blog about then? Where I’ve been and what I’ve eaten. Most recently the kitchen and some leftover chicken nugget (surprisingly tasty if they’re still hot and the whole meat variety)… Nah? Didn’t think so either…