HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU

It's nearly impossible to form a good picture of the people who visit this page. And my blog stats do not help in the slightest, as what these paint is a young person who might be very old, into food as well as collectable briars, who has a fondness for elderly coots, speaks Cantonese, is passionate about lunch, and possibly feminine. 50% chance.
Well, very likely not exactly fifty percent.
Mayby five percent.
Less.

When she's not wearing her prettiest summer frock, she's tromping around the moors scaring small creatures with her monstrous beard and smelly old tweeds.

And maybe glowing in the dark.

AUSTRALIAN

For the last thirty days, the most sought after essays or subjects that brought readers to this blog are the following:


HAM SAP LO - THE CANTONESE PERVERT
2050 visitors.
Evoking the type of person you don't want anywhere near you.

PRISON ON FIRE SONG
875 visitors.
What may be the most popular modern Cantonese song ever.

THE MEETING OF THE HONOURABLE GENTLEPERSONS
650 visitors.
The most recent gathering of the local pipe club, being mostly old codgers between the ages of twenty years and one hundred.

IT'S PUMPKIN SPICE TIME!
305 visitors.
Very regrettable stuff.

MY NASTY UNMENTIONABLE LEGS
195 visitors.
Bellyaching about circulatory distress

CREEPY LITTLE SNOTBALL
95 visitors.
Little white nipple guy.

ME SPEAK PRETTY!
140 visitors.
Yeah, I got that wrong.

CANTONESE ROAST GOOSE
110 visitors.
An instructional disquisition.

NOT COOKIES AND MILK!
110 visitors.
Hong Kong Clay Pot Rice.

REPUBLICANS, FUNDIES, LIBERTARIANS, AND OTHER BARBARIANS
80 visitors.
Bile about mask sceptics.



I do not know what to make of this. Themes represented are minor obsessive behaviours and food. Plus a dislike of certain types of people. A friend recently posted on his Facebook page that he would not tolerate insulting remarks toward some of his friends there, because "calling someone a nazi does not lead to discussion or the changing of opinions", and while I agree with that, and refrain from jumping into comment strings with a flaming sword, to a certain extent that precisely isn't what a blog is about.

SMELLS BAD, TALKS FUNNY, AND GROWLS

This blog is a soap box, much like one or two of the prophets in Monty Python's Life of Brian had. I get to talk about those little things that are needed for other little things, which when you need them you discover that they aren't in the tool drawer where you thought you had put them, and if you can't find the pincers maybe a wrench will do, all it takes is a little turn ......





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