Thought it was time I tidied up the borders of this blog and got rid of all the defunct blogs on the blogroll, following what my esteemed blogging friend Mike 'Troubled Diva' has called my "long lay off". (Would that it had been a "long lay", Mike).
But fuck me! What's this? Has someone hacked into my blogger profile?
It was giving my age as 251! The year of my birth had become the late 18th century. I know it has been said (probably by me) that I'm the Boswell of our times, but that's just ridiculous.
It got worse. It was giving my occupation as 'Accountancy'.
Seriously, do I come across as an accountant? Quite apart from the fact that, as I've recently revealed, I suffer from dyscalculia.
No disrespect to accountants, by the way. It's a boring job but some poor fucker has to do it. And who knows what Bacchanalian delights they indulge in when they're not playing with the balls on their abacus?
We once had a Prime Minister who was an accountant (Major). He was the son of a circus performer, so it was said he was the only man ever to run away from the circus to become an accountant. He presided over one of the biggest economic disasters in our history, so it wasn't a wise career move. Though in support of what I said above, the grey man spent several years secretly screwing Edwina Currie. But on reflection, only an accountant could regard that as a 'Bacchanalian delight'.
Anyway, despite several attempts to put 'not specified' the Blogger software is determined to say I'm an accountant. So I've opted for 'Communications and Media'.
After all, I communicate through the medium of a blog. And I've always wanted to be a media tart.
Or even just a tart.