Darling listeners, it’s happened.
After over two years of saying things about things and other things, the unthinkable has occurred.
I HAVE RUN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY.
Yes, I admit it. Right now, there is more action in a home for elderly tortoises than there is in my brain.
I have decided, rather than say half-hearted things to you about my elbows or how I feel about Tuesdays, to ask YOU what I should say.
I’ve toyed with this idea for a few months, but feared it was rather self-indulgent – after all, it rather assumes that you CARE what I say – but to hell with it, I think it sounds like fun, and I like a challenge.*
(*I actually don’t, I hate a challenge. Failure is so, so real.)
So, my most cherished, adored, heavenly listeners, I would like you to tell me
– yes, all right, tell me and Stickman, what you would like me to say things about. Or, if you are a grammar fiend, about what you would like me to say. The choice is yours. The result should hopefully be the same.
COME ON, TELL ME! ANYTHING!! Knock me out with your suggestions! Let me put Stickman in awkward and embarrassing positions!
Shut up Stickman, you’d be nothing without me. Literally nothing. You exist because I own a mouse and a steady hand.
Every week for an indeterminate number of weeks I shall endeavour to use one of your suggestions and say things about what you want me to say, with, obviously, a lovely link to your excellent blog.
HOW BRILLIANT DOES THAT SOUND??? I don’t know why I didn’t do this before!*
(*I know exactly why I didn’t do this before: because there is a very real chance that a) I won’t be able to say ANYTHING about ANY of your suggestions, and b) no one will make a single ruddy suggestion in the first place, but I shall neatly side-step these problems by just remaining very, very silent for 6 months and then bounce back as if nothing has happened and we shall never speak of it again.)
Let’s DO this thing.
WHAT SHALL I SAY THINGS ABOUT???