I found that a bunch of people at my new work have found my blog and read the terrible things I say here. A lesser person than I might now take care in that which he writes. Lucky for me I’m not a lesser person than myself.

Anyway, I realised I don’t know who reads this blog. I know of a few people, like my girlfriend (mostly to check the spelling and gramer), my Mum, probably not my Dad (me being a “commie bastard”) and some random friends (when they run out of Google news links and/or marijuana) . The Googlebot also reads it a lot. This is a testament to the gargantuan interest my whiney dribbley writing generates. Actually, for all I know, Karl Rove might read this, along with BA Baracus, my new neighbours and the ghost of Richard Whiteley.

Assuming you read this crap once in a while, and you’re able to type (this probably excludes the ghost of Richard Whiteley), then tell me who you are. Leave a comment on this post, or drop me a line. If you want to remain anonymous (how exciting) then just say hi and don’t say who you are, though I can probably track you down using my elite internets skillz (mostly google) though I “promise” not to.

Some of you may have noticed I have nothing better to do than this on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Well done.