It is with some sense of pride and acheivement that I have reached the milestone of my 50th blog ever.If I could track down my primary school teacher who said I would not really stick to any worthwhile thing I certainly would. No longstanding grudge there then. With Oscar speech aplomb I admit that getting to 50 has been a labour of love, mispellings and bad grammar and I apologise to those who have been offended by mixed tenses, misappropriation of commas, semi colons and frequent use of -. I do not however place any blame on my parenthesis. I have many people to thank for getting me here and especially my 6 followers. Thank you Blogspot.com for flatteringly recording 7 followers although one of them is obvioulsy me. My family deserve credit for the initial encouragement to launch my blogography. Writing down nonsense, bad taste and politically incorrect notions have been therapeutic and to my family it means that whilst typing I am quiet and concentrated and therefore pretty harmless. From one to ten of my bloggings was quite difficult. I was unsure of myself at first and went for the usual rants and angst ridden text which looks mature but is quite juvenile really and always looking for a cheap laugh. Toddling along I got through the formative stages and then entered the blogging teens. Eleven to Nineteen were more of the style I was looking for. A bit observational, some self criticism, a lot about Volkswagens, spiders and animals that I have run over. Towards the upper teens some element of sophistication emerged and I announced to the blogersphere that I had two cafetieres and attended farmers markets.I believe that I lost a lot of readers because of these revelations. In my twenties the inevitable critics began to twitter that my material and inspiration was drying up or was becoming a bit predictable. I was in fact beginning to settle down and find my own style. I did want to be entertaining but also to exercise my own personal demons and in self analysis and regression to rid myself of bad things I have done in my life. I have trafficked in people by swopping a girlfirend in junior school for a packet of rainbow drops.(sorry Louise Smith). I think I may have killed my Gran's dog. I have ridden my bike on the pavement many times in breach of the law. I have not used the recycling bins appropriately. I eat whilst driving and am often distracted if the salt and pepper shakers roll under the seat. Unfortunately by admitting to these things I have lost out on at least five blogs. In the blog thirties my reminiscence gene kicked in and I recalled times spent fishing, cycling and canoeing. Psychotherapists may attribute this to a past dreamlike state, a distant memory of Halcyon days but I think it is because I am now too lazy and fat to ever do these activities in any serious capacity. The canoe expedition to the source of the River Hull excepted. Things slowed down in my blog forties and with a noticeable middle age spread of subjects. I have however resisted being grumpy, judgemental and political which is quite remarkable as that is how I am in the non-blog world. I do prefer my blogself and feel it is more me, or at least how I could be if unfettered by the burdens of modern life. I have blatantly used the blog to make a record of family memories and this is a very rich source of experiences. If anyone wants to take out an injunction against publication of certain things I advise that you start proceedings now. You well know who I mean...................................
Reaching 50 blogs has not been easy. I have struggled to meet my self imposed discipline of at least one blog a day and I admit that I have sometimes considered the easy option of regurgitating current news topics ,slagging someone off, dissing others or posting a photograph (that I do have) of cloud shapes over Drax Power Station resembling Godzilla humping. (requests by e mail only. High Res jpeg).
In conclusion blogging has been difficult and hard work particularly where any original creativity has been bludgeoned out by modern life, pressures and conformity. It has however been very enjoyable for me. I have no grudges with the aadvarks because as Spike Milligans most unsuccessful joke goes...."aadvarks never killed anyone"
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