What was it that made me finally accept the inevitable? Perhaps it goes all the way back to 2010, and ‘The Internet Is Made Of Cats’, which is always playing in some deep neural network of my brain at any given moment:
According to Google (who knows everything and is never wrong) about 4 – 5% of the internet is porn. And yet 15% — that’s right, fifteen percent! — of the internet is related, directly or indirectly, to cats.
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Dear Diary,
Anyway, as I was saying…
This year you’re going to be hearing LOTS from me! I’ll be posting lots of gigs, lots of new recordings, yada-yada-yada…
Yeah, you’ve heard this before, haven’t you Diary. “I’m going to write to you all the time from now on! I know I’ve been shit up to now, but I can change! I can change!! I’m going to make such an effort – it’ll be like it’s a New Me! You’ll see… pithy posts and witty insights left, right and centre! You’ll be dazzled!”
Total fucking silence for 6 months.
But you know what, I’m not even going to apologise for it this time.
For several reasons.
