Blog 2.Bollox

I've been scooting around the wibbly-wobbly instead of working recently (well, it's my bat, ball and game, so poo to you..) and have happened upon rather a lot of earnest outpourings of a Stephen Hawkins nature from many proffesional types.

For instance, go to the Friendly Ghost link on the right and check-out all the links there. (NB: 'Caspar' is an ex-colleague, damn fine writer and adept, if quizzical blogger). What d'ya get? Mucho naval gazing and angst-ridden bogs authored by many, many commies (communications peeps) about the working world they inhabit.

One day I'll learn how to hot-link these things in the text.

Eeks, it's only a job and most of it silly PR at that. To hear them chunter so passionately about drivvel-dressed-as-consequence is really quite amusing. Hey -- It ain't HBR, you know..?

All I ever post about is my rickety little house, cuddly dog, P and beloved Chel-WUss-Ee.

I'm now overcome with smugness in the knowledge that my priorities seem properly placed.

But then only P, Alex and RJB read the thing anyway, so unlikely to cause much offence or grace the pages of PR Wank.

S'ppose everyone has their own motivations to scribble.. Dumpling's, like mine, is a homely-sort of missive of recipies and pussy cats. Goodwin's [sadly locked-down to the NFI] gonzo 'Fear And Loathing In Dubai' provides tales of debauched excess in the desert. (Ha -- Henry Goes To Barca :-)) PJ and Penny are long-resting, and Alex hasn't yet got past homepage design selection. There's even one eejit out there who list songs everyday..

Ho hum. Off to muse in florid tones on the critical strategic importance of scissors and sticky tape in the modern global business environment, or some such. HBR it might be..