I’ve now been blogging for about six months. And it’s rapidly getting me into a lot of potential trouble, because all my Cardiff friends have found it. My workmates, my friends etc. People who can come up to me and punch me, should they so wish to.
Indeed, at a New Years party, I was talking to a total stranger who at one point suddenly exclaimed “So YOU’RE badly dubbed boy!”. And then we later talked about a work colleague he tried to date – a work colleague I had hitherto been told was coupled up. It’s so annoying how in Cardiff it’s not six degrees of seperation, but three of the buggers.
This essentially means I can no longer rant and rave about the antics of myself or my friends or that annoying colleague who keeps hogging the printer, because they’ll read about it and before you know it I’ll be hauled before the Great Devil of Cardiff and asked to answer for my crimes. Or just punched in the mouth.
And it’s my unfortunate perception that those ranty ravey postings about my life and the ineptitude and melodrama of those around me, and my forlorn crushes on people close but far away, are precisely the ones that people take a perverse interest in.
So without those postings I’m left to rant and rave about events that involve me and me alone, and I can’t go into detail about what’s going on in my head. Which is most unfortunate and unlikely to fascinate anyone.
What is a boy to do ? Suggestions, please!