Monday, 15 July 2013

An infinite quantity of primates


Maybe it's because of the summer; maybe it's because most of you have better things to do with your lives, but I have noticed that - of late - the onerous task of composing and publishing blog-posts seems to be weighing most heavily on the shoulders of a handful of mutual followers (me, Cro, Weaver, Cher, etc.). Sarah Toa can be excused because when she is not out catching fish, she is busy composing stuff which people will actually want to read so much that they will be prepared to pay for the privilege.

To illustrate a point, when I missed one day last week due to entertaining Thomas the Dentist, I received no less than three private emails sent to establish whether or not I was still alive. There was also public speculation when the comments box of my last post turned into a sort of forum in which various theories on how I died were bandied about.

When I look back at all the drivel I have put out over the last few years (this is the 1457th post!) I realise that if I had placed all the words in a slightly different order, I could have written about three best-sellers by now.

The result of this relentless out-pouring of gobshite is that I am now reduced to telling stories about events that happened around 35 years ago. I am scraping the bottom of the barrel.

You need not worry, though. It is impossible to burn yourself out without being on fire in the first place. The best is yet to come, but I don't have any ETA.

Now I really must go out and catch some fish.

14 comments:

  1. You are still on fire Tom. I think I mentioned a year or so ago that yours is my favourite blog. It still is and no, sycophant is not my middle name.

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    1. And what happened in 1457?
      And it is winter here.
      And I'm not sure if you can create a classical masterpiece purely by generating words around the blogosphere. Maybe you can but that would be frightening.

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    2. I'm sure it has been tried. I'll get back to you about 1457 (Wikipedia - you could find out yourself if you weren't so busy...) Meanwhile, sycophancy or not - (flattery will get you everywhere in my world) - I am pleased I is your favourite.

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  2. Even though some of your stories might have happened 35 years ago, they are always interesting and well written. Hats off to you and all those who write posts every day as it is quite a commitment.

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    1. I should be more committed (or JUST committed), according to H.I.

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  3. Much missed; Mr Stephenson leaves a chisel, his expensive shoes, and his solid-silver hair (to the nation).

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    1. Who gets the candlesticks?

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    2. A Mr John Gray from Trelawnyd, Wales.

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  4. You are also the best commenter on a particular blog in my humble opinion. Usually makes me laugh out loud.

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    1. I must write a self-deprecating blog more often - I could get used to this.

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  5. Thanks for the good work. You don't know how we slackers appreciate a decent read not spun from our own fingertips. Hopefully we will have something to contribute when current pressures ease. But, you're the rock. Thanks.

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    1. Your Grand-Kids will sort out a rock or two for you, if that's the way your habit's developing, Joanne. (Thanks to you too!)

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  6. Drivel? Never! I look forward to it every day and I never under any circumstances read drivel.

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    1. Are you sure you're not confusing me with Jim Froggatt?

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