Did you ever stop to consider what the two most impossible things in the world to ever achieve are?
Well first off, it must be getting to have a proper deep and meaningful conversation with a man (any man) just after sex (Hee hee, that should get the women talking).
And the second is to actually find somebody that enjoys trawling through other people’s bloody holiday photographs. Especially when said photographs run into the thousands.
So it was with this in mind (the second one not the first, unless you want to have sex with me and see how we fare that is, in which case see me later), that I recently fashioned a small opinion poll to ascertain as to whether or not this very blog was or wasn’t (delete as appropriate) actually boring you all to death.
12 people out of the million (I wish) that regularly read the blog, actually took the time to answer, which is fine as the other 999,988 must have fallen asleep already.
So it is boring then is it? Let's take a look...
Well, of the 12 that did reply, the breakdown was as follows:
Andy is most definitely a whingeing pom – 1 vote.
I swear I will hunt you down whoever you are and I will find you.
And when I do find you, I will sit you down and whinge at you to my heart’s content with you listening in captivity. I mean, look at these shoes, I’ve only had them three months and already the soles are wearing thin... etc etc etc.
Andy is not so much a whingeing pom – 2 votes.
You guys can come again. Feel free to come inside, read and love everything I say and do. You may all have my babies.
Who is Andy? – 1 vote.
Yes, thanks for that Mum. The guys from the retirement home will be round presently. Please have my inheritance at the ready.
I just love the blog man – 8 votes.
YAY… it seems the blog is sufficiently entertaining and funny to be classed a runaway success and not in any way boring at all (herm herm).
Oh dear, now I have to go find something else to write about. Please send donations ASAP so I can stay longer and hopefully write something of true meaning and value.
But seriously, thanks guys for your appreciation. And... after fully realising how taxing this whole affair must have been for you all (12 replies out of how many?), I promise I will not be testing you again anytime soon.
But seriously, thanks guys for your appreciation. And... after fully realising how taxing this whole affair must have been for you all (12 replies out of how many?), I promise I will not be testing you again anytime soon.
Thanks again to all for taking part. And please, don’t be looking at any of this as a huge waste of time, instead, I suggest you look at it all this way…
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