For me, the best part of blogging, aside from writing the wretched stuff, is hearing that someone enjoyed a post. So today, because I figured I deserve a holiday, I’m posting the best bits of 2013 according to you, my beloved (and for many of you I mean that quite literally – be worried) readers.
‘He’s funny,’ I say.
Or rather he thinks I’m funny, which is much more important.
‘I thought you were great friends.’
He actually said great chums, but it wouldn’t do to alienate readers.
‘He doesn’t believe in sex before marriage,’ I say.
‘He’s kinda the problem.’
When they can spell, even if not attractive, I continyue writing.’
And learning to spell, presumably.
… whilst MBE is feeling increasingly cynical about the whole thing.
I’m bored of openers like ‘How are you?’ (bored), ‘Any exciting plans for the weekend?’ (no, I prefer boring plans), ‘what are up to this evening?’ (I’m not going to sleep with you just because we live three miles apart) – and the rest.
Flatmate gives me a dose of reality On The Couch.