Fed up, fed up, fed up

And looking at WordPress again...

And DON'T click on the links:

http://dirty-sex-wk.blogspot.com/
http://autopropaneconversionkits-aot.blogspot.com/
http://pugvfnadsagrpeu.blogspot.com/
http://gaqqdidaeqduwig.blogspot.com/

Well done, blogger.

Call me an idiot

Now there's an invitation you can't help but feel you didn't actually need. Quite right, too.

But just to put the matter beyond all doubt let me take this opportunity to confess that I've wasted the last half an hour of my life clicking the Next Blog button. Cheers Blogger. An endless stream of Bloated Nottinghamshire Tits and Stay At Home Mom Drivel. Oh, and I'm sure that I saw the phrase Pedo Pics pass before my eyes in the little Recently Updated section. What a charmless tawdry, obligation-free universe this is. I'm only glad I'm able to make a full contribution.

How to squander half an hour of your life

Click on the Next Blog button. Next stop Hard Core Gay Porn? Next stop some neurotic God Bothering housewife and mother locked in some (ironically, she noted) God-foresaken dump in the Great American Midwest? Next stop flagrant, shameless commercial hijackery?

Tonight I played this Internet Roulette and landed on the musings of a 'woman?' who invites the reader to imagine living in the 15th or 16th century and feeling the need to express love for another. The title and context is The Love Letter.

Well I know who some of my 16th century ancestors were and have a jolly good idea who or what most of the rest of 'em were. Illiterate peasants, the lot. And I'm quite well bred, me.