Poor old blog 68. Surely the most unloved blog of all time. Fair enough its not the most scintillating piece of writing I've ever produced but there's worse even on this very website. First of all for the longest period there were no comments posted at all and like the comment that finally appeared suggested I would check each day and still nothing.
Since obviously my sense of self is intimately connected with how many comments I get that was a difficult time for the whole family. Then there was just the one snarkey comment and there was a certain arid beauty about that. Afterwards like some wounded stragglers from a war a few more comments limped painfully in but like survivors of a war many of them were bitter and unpleasant, lashing out in their anger, rage and hatred.
As the year died so did blog 68, unmourned and unloved.
Now its onwards to blog 70. What a cracker that's going to be, I personally can't wait.
p.s. Book your tickets for Soho they're going quick.