I see the list of finalists for the Irish Blog Awards is up.
Through some strange quirk, I seem to be on the short lists. I confess to being a tad flattered and a tad embarrassed. You see, I made a point of not nominating myself this year, so at least one misguided soul must have nominated me, for which I thank you.
One of the results of being short-listed is that I get quite a few visitors wandering in from the Awards site. If you are one of those, then you are more than welcome. If you haven’t visited before, then maybe a few ground rules should be explained?
For a start, this is a smoking area, as distinct from a no-smoking area, so if you are in a pub, or in your office, or indeed doing over eighty on the M1, then feel free to light up. If anyone complains, just tell ‘em to fuck off, and that I said you could smoke.
And that brings me to my second ground rule…. language. There has been a minor kerfuffle over Melissa Leo swearing on stage so it is important to understand that I am fussy about language on this site also. Any fucker who swans in thinking he can swear all over the shop had better fucking think again.
If you want to know who I am, then you had better ask someone else, as I’m not too sure myself. The old memory isn’t as good as it used to be. If you want to know what the site is about, then I’m afraid the only way is to read it. There are only 1757 ramblings so it shouldn’t take too long. If you find the answer, then could you please let me know too?
Another drop of fall-out from being shortlisted is that I get to schlop another ink-blot on the side of the site. Just to make sure they all matched each other, I had to redraw the images which was a bit of a hassle, but one must suffer for one’s art, I suppose.
One final note, if you are a new visitor – I fucking hate that word ‘Blog’.
I would much prefer an alternative name such as ‘On Line Diary’, or OLD for short.
I could relate to that.