According to Hodmandod Minor the act of blogging in itself is tragically sad and embarrassing - but this experiment of mine today has, to be frank (and he always is), has plumbed new depths.
'No offence.' He says. Finally.
It's made me think about the average age of bloggers - how many teenagers are there out there 'doing it'? I can't think of many - my daughter started a blog when I did, but got bored after her first entry, whereas I've kept on. And on. And on. Or is it just that the over-twenty-fives (and much over) aren't reading teenage blogs, or linking to them? Perhaps it is all 'tragically sad' and blogging is the new equivalent of getting everyone up on the dance floor as soon as 'some decent music' comes on just so you can strut your (much more considerable these days) stuff.
Oh but hey, we're still allowed some fun, aren't we? And we're not doing that much harm, tucked away in our little corner of the dance floor. After all, it's keeping us off Facebook and Myspace where we could really let ourselves go. OI!! WATCH THOSE FLAILING ARMS, GRANDDAD!!!!!!
And I'd happily do Clare's experiment myself, except I'd reveal just how many games of solitaire I play in the average day.
