As my esteemed other half Madam Arcati said in his recent blog: "Fab though it is to have a reader it really doesn't matter if no one looks at it or comments. The pleasure is in doing it and being able to look back."
And it is true. I have often tried to explain it to people who are (quite literally) obsessed with F***book and Tw*tter - why I am not on, and have no interest in being on, either of those "social networks", and why my only presence on the interwebs is here on Blogger. Why, indeed, having the space and the luxury (if it can be called that) to meander however and whenever I like, write what I want to write about whatever I fancy, and generally suit myself, is far preferable to constantly feeling pressurised to "enter the conversation", to make myself heard, all the time. As they do.
Of course it can be disheartening when a lovingly-crafted blog (such as my recent review of Polari) can get a huge number of "hits" (124 so far on that one), and yet only one person - or in some cases no-one at all - makes a comment on it. But I suppose if I didn't enjoy writing it, I wouldn't have. And that is the point.
It's also rather a pleasing thing these days - in spite of Google's best efforts (with its pointless "G+" network) to "convert" us since it took this website over - to be able to retain some semblance of anonymity. People only know about me what I choose they will know. People here on Blogger generally use nom-de-plumes rather than their real names (not for any sinister purpose) - a trend among writers that long pre-dates the birth of the Web.
No matter what it is about it that fascinates and enthrals me, I keep going.
I write. I read. I discover. I just love blogging.
End of rant.
A young Mr Boone in pants
By way of complete contrast - and evidence (if any were needed) that I post what I like, however random - here's Pat Boone (who celebrates his 80th birthday today), and a track from his bizarre 1997 album In a Metal Mood: No More Mr. Nice Guy [not that he ever was nice - in fact he's a homophobic god-botherer; just sayin'] - it's Smoke On The Water...
Gulp.
[And yes! - we do have a copy of this album in our collection here at Dolores Delargo Towers...]
