Shit blogs – this one included


I’m thinking blogging is finished. I know with first hand experience that this one is not as good as it was, particularly as I play little poker these days. It’s become too serious and after regular updates for a short period again, I don’t now if I can be bothered too much at the moment, so this might be the last for a while. In fact, I can be arsed to read many other blogs either. Sometimes I’m in the mood for writing and then it becomes a bit of a chore again. If anyone still reads, I don’t know as my counter has disappeared off the bottom of the page, but I suppose it’s more of an occasional diary for me than anyone else and being a miserable moaning cunt on here does sometimes lift my day.

My other concern is if it’s in print then it will come to bite me on the arse when I say something I shouldn’t that upsets too many people. For instance I don’t know why (perhaps because I’m a cunt) but I really want to share a couple of the Cumbria jokes that I’ve already been texted, but I know it’s too soon and sooner or later I’ll say something that upsets someone who knows me.

At the same time I refuse to edit or dilute my views (which I’m sure some people think are to the right of the BNP, but I promise I’m not that bad). If I have to water them down then there’s no point in writing at all. I’m not concerned that the mother-in-law will ever get a pc and discover it, but even if she did I’ve not been too controversial there because to be perfectly honest, she is a complete cunt and in reality, genuinely is at least as bad as I portray her on here.

What I’m thinking is to maybe a new direction, perhaps write a novel instead. Not to get published and make money, I might even open a new blog and put it out on there a chapter at a time, but just for me and to allow some creative licence, although I have tried that before and given up at the end of chapter one. Maybe I should make it semi-autobiographical, with the leading character being a fat, gambling, alcoholic with a limp - we'll call him Bob or Rod.

Ok, final joke before I finish: Paddy goes to the doctors and says “I’m having hearing difficulties”. Doctor replies “can you describe the symptoms?” and Paddy says “Sure Doc, Homer’s a fat cunt and Marge has got blue hair”

I hope that if you’re reading this, then it finds you well, regards for now
Rob