Four years old. I should probably think about blog stats at a time like this, so let’s see.
Four years and I’m still doing this and haven’t got bored, that’s a statistic that is something of a control question in the survey of my life. I’m a faddy bastard, I like lots of stuff to the exclusion of none, but that’s probably why this is still up, had it just been an outdoors blog I’d have absent mindedly left it in the back of a taxi ages ago.
As it is, this place has become something of a crutch to my ailing faculties, a fridge door for the Post-It notes of the ups, downs and irrelevancies of my life. All my favourite stuff is one here but only some of the sorrow, I don’t mind if some of that slips away.
I know how many folk have shared a moment with me on here over the years and whether you looked for a minute and never came back, commented and stayed for a while or just flew straight off having been annoyed, I’m awfy glad you were here.
Below is one of the first things I ever posted, a vision of total joy in the Kilpatricks. I wonder what I’ll be posting in another four years?
It’ll have the same grinning bearded bastard in the photies whatever. He’ll just need more than 10 seconds on the timer to get into shot as fatness creeps up and the knees give way.