Ten years ago this day, doubtless for the least charitable of reasons, I started a weblog. The first entry was a story written some time previously; and at fairly long intervals for the next three months I continued to post bits and pieces of short fiction whose composition dated from years before the blogosphere was even a glimmer in a geek's eye. Presumably this assuaged my lust for publication, even if it didn't necessarily gain me a readership.
An ill-mannered intervention by real life caused me to stop for a while; and it was not until October that I posted the first entry written specifically for the internet, thereby becoming an Actual Blogger, rather than merely a Person With A Blog. I have kept on posting through changes, updates, ISP flame-outs and the whims of British Telecom, for going on 3,400 entries; and here, it appears, we are.
Congratulations, sir. Go on improving of us.
ReplyDeleteHear hear. Your posts are one of the highlights of my daily blog-readings. Love the cynicism and sarcasm, a man after my own heart. Long may you continue.
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Thank you, gents.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday. At least there's no chance of you running out of material; the world gets more surreal every day.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed. I may die of starvation or bilious detonation syndrome, or from the NHS being so Free At the Point of Use™ as to be unaffordable; but I'm fairly unlikely to die of writer's block. Comforting, that.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your persistence and your wordsmithing. Turns out we did stay for the mudgeonry after all.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Madame. Your own persistence is fairly impressive; if I remember right, you've been coming here almost as long as I have.
ReplyDeletehappy happy birthday, Philip, long live the curmudgeonly written word ..
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