Blog Wanking

It's never good when it has to start with an apology. Apologies are for things like: "Suzie, I'm sorry I ran over your cat last week and tried to hide it next door's Hedge" or "Barry, I'm sorry I spiked your drink on Saturday and we had to rush you to A&E for a stomach pump" Those are justified apologies, apologies for wrong doings that harbour guilt. I'm apologizing for starting a blog on the internet - what's guilty about that?

Well for a start I'm sorry for thinking my opinions are worth adding to the sea of opinions already floating around. Secondly, I'm also sorry that I think those opinions deserve a little more space than Twitter can provide, that in it's self makes me feel like I have to justify it being here and of course, I can't, which is why it has to start with an apology. And lastly, it's not a blog with a noble cause – having just flicked through my next door neighbours blogs it's clear: I'm not a mum coping with demands of parenting an autistic child (there were five different blogs all framed in the same context); a photographer giving a forum for his work; or selling Viagra at low, low prices (I'm afraid I only sell Viagra at expensive on this site).

If any thing I'm using this blog as a literary wank before I get down to some academic writing. An excuse to jizz out any metaphors (including this tortured one) or errant thoughts that got stuck some where before I sit down to do work. Suffice to say as soon as it's out on the internet I feel pretty dirty about it and try to clean it up as best as possible, so if anything I'm sorry you had to read that (even though you loved it you filthy thing).

In short: sorry using this blog to post my sticky clean-exs on the internet.

Mr.Wazere
Gentlemen blogger and literary wanker.

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