The trouble with writing things on other people's blogs is that there is a time limit to the matter unless you are actually married with children, in which case some people will claim there is anyway a time limit but they are wrong, however many lawyers and liberally minded folks will tell them otherwise.
It's like attempting to relax in someone's living room when you simply can't stand the curtains and can't seem to get them out of your mind, until, that is, you remember the sofa, which is uncomfortable and slightly odorous and places you in a position within the room that is not that commanding place at the table you prefer to occupy in your own kitchen, but rather a lower place with less inviting views and greater distance from the hearth (in winter) or from a refreshing breeze from the patio doors on those occasional summer days we have in Birmingham.
Sooner or later you will have to bring the matter up, which is hardly polite and as unlikely to produce a positive outcome as nodding vigorously when your head is three inches from a brick wall.
So I decide instead to come back to Facebook, where I intend to write some absolute nonsense, in which case anyone who cares to disagree is forthwith invited to mention it in the kindly tones I always enjoy to hear, although unless you awaken me to a previously unknown thing you will not affect my outlook and my patience with actually reading the writings of anyone who disagrees with me is not exemplary, although I sometimes manage a couple of sentences at the beginning and end of the argument. Anyone who agrees, on the other hand, should do so in silence because I am an exceptionally vain man and any trace of praise can cause me to take rash and optimistic decisions - including the wearing of unusual headgear - based on a sudden and entirely unjustified ascent of sensations of immense self worth.
Anyway, that urbane living room - the one from which I took my recent departure - seems to have suffered very greatly from my absence. Of course this is what my immense vanity would lead me to expect, but I was actually quite shocked at an episode of strong words and underlining that had the unfortunate and inevitable effect of detracting attention from some very interesting points that would have benefited from more civil investigation. I have also noticed a tragic lack of humour and even of ideas themselves since I left, which is quite odd when the grand master of the order of freedomainradio (who was our foil) and his speakings and actings offer endless opportunities for hilarity and even for some serious reflection from time to time. If you are a person reading this who thinks that this particular great man is not a suitable subject of conversation, even though he is a public figure, then I hope you will forgive me for rejecting your argument and inviting you to refrain from reading that which offends you.
However, although this already far too popular (my opinion) fellow may get a mention from time to time, I have discovered far more interesting things to make fun of and far more surprisingly silly things in which to believe, so I will probably branch out a bit, although I will have to take care not to attract the attention of the Illuminati, since it is rumoured that it will soon become illegal to think or say anything extraordinary in Britain at all, unless one limits one's focus exclusively to tench fishing practiced strictly in accordance with the "catch and release" technique.
I also quite like to do some "creative writing" from time to time, but I promise to keep it short and display all the warning decals required by the Machinery Directive.
Finally, when I left that other blog I was surprised to learn that one of its members occasionally disagreed with me. This matter is quite surprising because I had always considered that person to be quite sensible in the main, unless she (I speak of a lady) thinks that Pluto was the planet visited during those great writings rather than the Moon. In this case, I will defer from protest, since it is a matter I have yet to establish with any degree of certainty. Anyway I hope she and other followers of that blog will join me here to add their comments from time to time (do you think they can find me?). I have enjoyed our conversations greatly over the past few years.
I hope all my old Facebook friends are hale and hearty, and if you think I could more profitably (not in the financial sense) write this sort of circular inanity elsewhere (I know what you're going to say here, but I mean where I can share it - I already have plenty a bits of paper in the house full of odd statements), please let me know.
