Not that I'm bovvered or anyfink, but I do check site meter now and again just to see if anybody's still visiting. And I find that since I went into semi-retirement from blogging, last October, I have had 20,000 hits! That works out, per month, to more than I used to get when I WAS blogging. So clearly, I am more popular when I keep quiet.
But popularity be damned. Silence has never been my forte. Having become a Facebook diva, I feel the need once more to unlace my corsets, and a fruitbasket as big as mine needs more than 450 characters to fully express itself. The blog is truly my milieu. My own pedestal, where I stand in all my glory, and you may all come and adore me. Or not.
There is the small problem of that Anonymous person, who may indeed be responsible for a large number of the hits I have been receiving. But in the spirit of inclusion, let us open our hearts and our comments boxes, nay, even unto the poor in spirit, for they shall inhabit the interweb.
And then there is my former no.1 fan in Tripoli, who seems to be trying to get through desperately. No, Muammar, it's no good apologizing now, I remember when you had your goons running around Brussels looking to whack a woman wearing a fruit salad on her head. You had your chance and you blew it. You're on your own, kid.
I wondered whether to start a new blog, but finally decided that 120,000 hits was too good to throw away and will carry on, possibly to 200,000 and beyond. Per blogga ad astra!
I am sure a great many hits are coming from people who have heard about me too late and are dropping in, only to be disappointed when they see I walked away from it all in Berlin, with my maracas held high. This reminds me only too well of my own propensity to discover hidden gems after the fact, for example back in 1986 when I found this great band composed of good-looking suntanned young men in shorts, only to find what I had just seen was their farewell concert. Well I for one will not be likened to George Michael, in any shape or form. Although now I come to mention it, I did rather fancy the other one, whatsisname .....
But popularity be damned. Silence has never been my forte. Having become a Facebook diva, I feel the need once more to unlace my corsets, and a fruitbasket as big as mine needs more than 450 characters to fully express itself. The blog is truly my milieu. My own pedestal, where I stand in all my glory, and you may all come and adore me. Or not.
There is the small problem of that Anonymous person, who may indeed be responsible for a large number of the hits I have been receiving. But in the spirit of inclusion, let us open our hearts and our comments boxes, nay, even unto the poor in spirit, for they shall inhabit the interweb.
And then there is my former no.1 fan in Tripoli, who seems to be trying to get through desperately. No, Muammar, it's no good apologizing now, I remember when you had your goons running around Brussels looking to whack a woman wearing a fruit salad on her head. You had your chance and you blew it. You're on your own, kid.
I wondered whether to start a new blog, but finally decided that 120,000 hits was too good to throw away and will carry on, possibly to 200,000 and beyond. Per blogga ad astra!
I am sure a great many hits are coming from people who have heard about me too late and are dropping in, only to be disappointed when they see I walked away from it all in Berlin, with my maracas held high. This reminds me only too well of my own propensity to discover hidden gems after the fact, for example back in 1986 when I found this great band composed of good-looking suntanned young men in shorts, only to find what I had just seen was their farewell concert. Well I for one will not be likened to George Michael, in any shape or form. Although now I come to mention it, I did rather fancy the other one, whatsisname .....
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