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Fri 25th October 2013

Reading a blog does not oblige anyone to comment on it; comments so made could sound forced. Some of the best things I read I am unable to comment on, because they make me think so much that I can only offer something banal which has already been done in the scroll upwards.

I've a pretty good idea of the identity of the great majority of my small group of regulars; and in the same way that acquaintances in a small city like mine can know each other by sight for decades without ever saying a word, I enjoy and appreciate our relationship of unspoken mutual acknowledgement.

However, I have two overkeen Antipodean readers I can't place. I would be grateful therefore, if these people could leave a comment or contact me offline. There is a point where silence is a breach of the social contract I consider you agree to by returning to my site so often.

First, there is a reader--although now, I suspect, a bot--using the University of Sydney's ISP. The other is a customer of TPG Internet in New South Wales. I realise every reload counts as a separate visit, but after over twelve hundred visits, I think it's time you left your card. I share my intimate life with you; this is a modest request for something less in return.

If you send me a little note soon, I will raise a glass in a vaguely southeasterly direction and we'll get on fine. Otherwise, I'll get your IP address range in its CIDR and banish it to the naughty step of my .htaccess file. I've had enough with Hong Kong Phoeey blanking me in my own house; I don't need it in my blog readers. I look forward to hearing from you both.

7 comments

Comment from: [Member]

How disappointing. I misconstrued “fucking” and expected to find an orgy swung.

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 01:08

Comment from: young at heart [Visitor]

speaking in tongues again…….!!

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 02:03

Comment from: [Member]

Hmmm, yes I see how it implies we’re going down under in a more exciting way.

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 02:05

Comment from: [Member]

you can get that much information on visitors? i really should look at my stats sometime… i’m just happy that people stop by. we’re all doing this to be read - so stalking is a form of flattery? right?

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 10:55

Comment from: [Member]

Not really, tbh. I want the social bar to be higher than that. I see this blog as a conversazione–a false Italian friend whose use could be more widespread: an intimate gathering for social intercourse between good friends. I don’t mind people “stopping by", but I’m not grateful to them for doing so. I’m not doing this to be widely read. Although I might have the odd pang of loneliness were no-one to visit me, I’d still write all this even if no-one ever read it.

Whilst I hold to Bruce Chatwin’s dictum–"I don’t believe in coming clean", I think I write quite openly, and you can’t just hoover all that up without giving me something in return. And that doesn’t necessarily mean commenting. Just don’t visit my blog a thousand times without saying anything!

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 11:12

Comment from: furtheron [Visitor]

I was wondering what this title meant - sadly I was too correct. I’d hoped for more titillation.

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 12:56

Comment from: [Member]

Bunch of bloody pervs :)

Sat 26th October 2013 @ 12:57

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