It’s been over a week since Blogger has deigned to let me publish anything here. Thousands of blogs seem to have been affected by an, as yet, unexplained or unacknowledged fault in the Googloblogomachine. I do recall that in the pre-Google era, Blogger used to have a support email address which, although it would take a while, you would eventually get a reply from. Now, all that is offered is a series of diversion screens which eventually lead you to a Google group, ‘The Official Blogger Help Group’ in which you are supposed to post your problem and then a Googledrone spots it and responds. Only they don’t. They don’t update their ‘up-to-the-minute’ status page either. The message I get from Google is that they aren’t really that bothered about Blogger users – even when thousands of ‘em are affected by problems. Yep, it’s a free service so I shouldn’t complain. Yep, I have a choice – it might be time to exercise it. This is the worst outage I can remember in nearly six years of using Blogger and with all the resources of Google I’d expected things to be superdooper by now not megacrappy, whinge, whinge, moan etc etc – enuffalready. It was only after I requested the assistance of the Witch of the East that anything happened – once again the power of Her Blueness prevailed – thankyoumaam.
As years have rolled by I’ve managed to reach a point where New Year is almost a normal day for me [if by 'normal' one means extended ecstasy of course]. Not for me late night prancing about in the town centre wearing shorts and vomiting into plantpots. I’ve now perfected the art of virtually ignoring it all by pulling the curtains, relaxing, turning off all media save for a brief Radio Four interlude of Big Ben at midnight (did you hear the leap second last night?). I knew Big Ben was live because as it struck midnight you could hear the distant detonation of fireworks and the screams of the masses in the background. All very understated but just enough New Year for me thanks.
Which doesn’t lead me on to saying that it’s only January 1st but already I’ve had enough economic doomNgloom for the whole of the coming year. I don’t really care if my house is worth 98% less than it was two minutes ago thanks – I’m not planning to go anywhere and, anyway, you’re only telling me this because all of you over-rich media bastards had most of your ill-gotten gains ‘invested’ in mega-inflated buy-to-lets and now you still can’t believe that it’s all been flushed down the Armitage-Shanks. Let’s face it, Capitalism has failed. We live in interesting times, watch this space.
Which does lead me on to wishing you a Happy New Year. It’s only a man-made calendar based event but psychologically and spiritually significant methinks. What should I do this year d’ya think?