Pandering

First of all,

Повідомлення для всіх читачів з Україною. Дякуємо Вам за відвідування'Вставити Дотепний Поп Посилання культури тут. Запрошуємо Вас і, хоча явпевнений, що ви, ймовірно, потрапив сюди через якийсь спам-посилання ясподіваюся, що ви будете тинятися поблизу і прочитати деякі з речей, які янаписав. Та якщо ви робите, чому б не залишити коментар, я хотів би почути від вас.

And back to normal service. Regular non Ukrainian readers should relax, I haven’t been hacked and infested with a virus, nor have I been the victim of some type of demonic possession. I’m not writing in tongues. What the above paragraph is doing, is welcoming my apparently many visitors from the former Soviet Republic.

In the last couple of months, Ukraine has shot to third in the ‘all time’ league of nations of visitors to my little blog. It appears they are particularly fond of ‘Flummoxed’ for some reason. I hope they enjoy and read some other bits but in all likelihood they probably ‘x’ out of it as soon as whatever spam link takes them here.

And who can blame them with a charlatan like me slacking off constantly. Here we are in the last week of September and so far I’ve only got one entry for the entire month.  And I only did three in August. What kind of bullshit blogging is this?

You are right of course. It is unacceptable and I will have to get my act together. You people read my work and you deserve to be treated better than this. I appreciate that you take the time to come here and cast your eye over the latest witterings of a “fat fingered moron.”  I mean I don’t even have games like Farmville and you still visit. It means a lot, it really does.

I’m going to try and get some kind of work ethic going again. I’ve just been a little distracted recently. The run up to and the come down after this year’s Electric Picnic was fairly time consuming. It was worth it. It was amazing, with Arcade Fire, shamanic meditation, DJ Shadow’s 3D sphere, hot tubs and Chilli Con Carne from a shed in the woods among the highlights. 

Pride of place however, goes to Pulp who stole the show. Amazing performance and worth the fifteen year wait. The hug I shared with my friends afterwards was beautiful also, knowing we’d shared a moment that we had waited for since our days in the Roxy.

That said the main thing that has seen me neglect my opus is something that makes me even happier than a gyrating Jarvis Cocker. She’s very pretty, sexy as sin, tickles my funny bone and is much cleverer than I am. She seems to like me as much as I like her and we have a great time together. She has threatened to kill me if I write about her on this thing. So I won’t be doing that.

Although I suppose I could always write in Ukrainian.