You never know who's watching you.
On Saturday night, Pat and I met up with her son Andy and a bunch of others, to give them a good send-off for the Great North Run. We ate in the Pizza Express in Gosforth and had a good meal and even better conversation.
It was in the course of the conversation that I discovered I was being read. Not that I think this isn't a good thing, you understand. Since abandoning my Mr Zip persona, I've actively striven to gain greater readership and have been linking Boogie Street into my Mailing List and onto my Facebook page.
But there's a little frisson of excitement to learn that people I know are reading it. And enjoying it, apparently. Makes it all seem worthwhile, somehow.
But can I ask a favour of those who've been picking up my pearls of wisdom? It would be a big help in raising the profile of my blog if you'd leave the occasional comment. It might appear that Blogger insists that you should register with them, but that isn't the case. You can leave a comment as "anonymous" (and could, I guess, even sign it, if you want to), and even a small, I like your blog, makes me smile.
Oh, and congratulations to Andy - two and a half hours is a very respectable time!
If you think before you speak the other guy gets his joke in first.
--Jimmy Nail, Philosopher