Spectators at a Sports Event, 1933. Photo/Martin Munkacsi.
It’s really weird, knowing that I have had this blog for seven years today. SEVEN YEARS. That is longer that Ben’s kid’s whole entire life. I’m so fucking old now, it’s mental. I’ve been thinking about it all day, how all these things have changed in the last seven years and how much of it is documented on here. (Not that it is easy to find now I have taken the easily accessible archive links away.) I had this whole idea last month that I was going to just shut this blog down today, on this birthday, some big dramatic shut down and then just never log in here again and never explain it to anyone and it would all just be gone, and then I started remembering weird posts I used to do like that one about that random guy who sent me a dick pic, or that weird one about how my workmate was in love with Jordan Rondel so we went to go find her (this is before I met Jordan aka The Caker) and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So here we are.
In some ways I miss those old posts. For sentimental reasons, yes, but also because back then no one really gave a shit about what I wrote and it was all just fun and real and it was just my life. Now it’s like, if I put things up people might see them and get upset or whatever. I don’t know, I’m just ranting now but the whole point of this post is that I have had this blog for exactly seven years today so here’s some Highs and Low(e)s of the last month. (The best thing about having been lazy with the Highs and Low(e)s is that I have gathered up a lot of things to put down):