Once upon a time many years ago a bloke started to write stuff.
At first he wrote a lot of whimsy. What would happen if Ireland gradually started driving on the right [written in 2008], or the prospect of building a tunnel from Ireland to France[written in 2007]. Stuff like that.
People seemed to like his outpourings and he won awards. A publisher even signed him up to write a book.
After a while his writing got a bit darker. He started attacking the state, in particular the Nanny State. He attacked politicians, the concept of Climate Change and the European Union. Gone were the days of whimsy. Gone were the days of awards.
But then he got tired of the darker subjects. There is only so much that can be written after all is said and done without becoming boringly repetitious.
His horizons began to shrink. He no longer looked at the outside world and became somewhat introspective. His material revolved around his cat, his dog and what parts of his house were falling down.
He took a peek at his writings and discovered that the three most popular articles were those of many years ago –
How to survive your first Guinness, written in 2007 which got over eighteen thousand visits.
How to commit suicide, written in 2009 which got over seven thousand visits.
Naked photos of Granny, written in 2015 which got five thousand visits.
He’s not quite sure of the thinking behind those visits but there they are.
He sits now in his semi-isolation thinking about the old days. He has contemplated putting a stop to his rambles quite a few times. In fact he can find no reason to continue seeing as he has said it all.
But then the fingers get itchy and he keeps on tapping away.