There was once a time when everybody had a blog. People blogged about this and that until eventually social media came along, and the days of writing lots of words ended. In fact, it’s been so long since I wrote anything longer than a couple of hundred characters, I genuinely can’t remember how I ever did it.
Looking back at this blog I’m astonished that I was able to churn out week after week, text that wasn’t completely gobbledygook. Right now, I am staring at the screen attempting to remember how punctuation works. Then I’ve never really fully understood how that works, so I should stop doing that and get on with my day.
Perhaps I need to start blogging again, just like in those halcyon days of the early 00s. I can pretend that people will go out of their way to find websites. Rather than simply guzzling ‘content’ from the milky teats of Messrs. Musk & Zuckerberg.
Let’s do this!
Let me start slowly, with a few words a day before building back up to huge essays about ‘stuff’.
Yes ‘stuff’! I’ve really missed banging on about ‘stuff’.
Let me add a photo to this entry too, so you know what I look like these days. Though if you’ve come from my main website you’ll already know. Yes, I may be a poncy photographer nowadays, but I think you’ll find plenty of the old Martin here. Silliness intact and just as angry at people who use ‘woke’ as an insult.
Love ya babes!
PS. Word really continues to hate contractions. It’s like TNG original series data shagged a spell-checker, somehow, and an evil spell-checker was born. Let’s see them do that on Call the Midwife.