Hello my Open University readers. I've been analysing my blog traffic recently and you keep popping up, apparently from a forum. It's not like I obsessively track my stats. It's not like I've created an account on the site to try and find the source, but wasn't allowed access, and had a cry.
What is nice, is that according to google, some people are typing in incredibly pornographic things, and being directed to my blog. I hadn't really looked at my blog as porn. But maybe it is. Maybe it's pure, unadulterated filth.
I feel like I ought to start living up to this distasteful reputation. Is that what you want from me? Well, I'll tell you now, I'm pure middle class, doing everything I can to keep my bland Nottingham accent. I was raised in cotton wool, with a dishwasher, and my own bedroom. You'll only find observations on knitting here, and the occasional PC, beige, socially acceptable commentary. We're not all fucking uncivilised.
Someone's eaten all my grape and lychee tic tacs. Was it you? I realise that most people wouldn't eat them, but someone has. And it was a jumbo pack.
Has anyone else noticed that Bill and Sian (from BBC morning news) have incredible on screen chemistry? If you don't watch the news in the morning, you should. It's wonderfully patronising. Stories are covered with just the right amount of fake sorrow, and theatrical dramatics. Everything is the most tragic thing that's every happened. Every loss, is a great loss. All dead people were previously lovely. Thrown into the mix, Bill says inappropriate things, the stats guy talks about his wife drinking before the school run, and Sian desperately tries to make it all okay. It goes very well with breakfast, you should try it.
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