.........David Duff
That's it.
I jest, no body's banned. Not even everyones favourite old scrote Duff, a man who's been ejected from more blogs than I've had disappointments in life . You see, I only wish I had people to ban. My last tracker reading was twelve (count 'em) visitors to this blog in the past 24 hours. Fuck! Not even the random blog hoppers and spammers want to know. I do content myself with the fact that the same folk pop in each day (probably), but it's not enough godammit!!! That said, at least I've not got to the stage of inventing people to comment on my blog, though I'd say it's not far off..............
It doesn't help that I'm posting as infrequently as this dissolute cunt. I predict a small flurry of nonsense posted around the time I move in to the flat, to make up for my current mutedness.
It seems certain items of post have been received at my 'new hoose'. I don't like the sound of that, it feels like i'm being tracked. For the past fifteen years, I've felt almost invisible and it's been rather pleasant. Now they know who I am and where I live. I'll always remember the day I finally signed my soul over to the Satan.
He works at the A____ N_______. Lovely guy, Ibrox season ticket holder, lives in Newton Mearns, eats his young..................
Ok, I won't be in tomorrow night as I have a wedding reception to attend. I'll leave you with some good old fashioned sick 'n' twisted God Fearin' Gospel Joy...........
...........and this little oddity
That's it.
I jest, no body's banned. Not even everyones favourite old scrote Duff, a man who's been ejected from more blogs than I've had disappointments in life . You see, I only wish I had people to ban. My last tracker reading was twelve (count 'em) visitors to this blog in the past 24 hours. Fuck! Not even the random blog hoppers and spammers want to know. I do content myself with the fact that the same folk pop in each day (probably), but it's not enough godammit!!! That said, at least I've not got to the stage of inventing people to comment on my blog, though I'd say it's not far off..............
It doesn't help that I'm posting as infrequently as this dissolute cunt. I predict a small flurry of nonsense posted around the time I move in to the flat, to make up for my current mutedness.
It seems certain items of post have been received at my 'new hoose'. I don't like the sound of that, it feels like i'm being tracked. For the past fifteen years, I've felt almost invisible and it's been rather pleasant. Now they know who I am and where I live. I'll always remember the day I finally signed my soul over to the Satan.
He works at the A____ N_______. Lovely guy, Ibrox season ticket holder, lives in Newton Mearns, eats his young..................
Ok, I won't be in tomorrow night as I have a wedding reception to attend. I'll leave you with some good old fashioned sick 'n' twisted God Fearin' Gospel Joy...........
...........and this little oddity
6 comments:
Awww. I'd have to be a heartless bitch not to comment after that post :)
Good luck with the move by the way! Funny how, even when there's a postal strike, the bills always get delivered.
Cheers Lism. Sorry about that, every so often I go into self pity mode and start whingeing about how nobody talks to me. Just ignore me and wait for me to write something interesting.........
I'll see what I can do traffic wise.
It may interest you to know that my computer froze just as I got to your page. Imagine my frustration at reading that poor old Duff was banned and not knowing why.
Cheers Clairwil. I thought I was on Technorati or Bloglines, but a quick glance tells me that while I have a Technorati button, I maybe need to have a closer look at it. I think part of the answer is for me to post more often..........
As for Duff, I didn't know you needed a reason to ban him. ;)
Perhaps a spot of shameless link-whoring might be in order?
I've been thinking along those lines Bock. I've just got out of the habit of regular posting and commenting on other peoples blogs etc...
I'll doing my rounds again soon....
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