So, what became of Bus Shelters of Ilford?

What happened was this: I posted an entry about, oh, something (pie ‘n’ mash shops, if my archive is anything to go by - my archive, there’s delusions of grandeur for you), only to find that none of the links worked. This was something that had annoyed the hell out of me when we were doing Finals Fantasy, and for it to happen again on my nice shiny new page was, to put it mildly, a little vexing. I suppose that deleting the page (and, indeed, everything I’d put on the internet apart from the bits on the aforementioned World Cup blog) was a little drastic, but, well, I was having a bit of a strop. These things happen.

(I decided to delete the blogs completely, thus allowing them to be picked up by unpleasant spamblokes in their endless quest to annoy the hell out of everyone. I noticed fairly quickly that the TAoF address had been picked up - I’d been rather hoping that it would be colonised by a teenage girl, thus confusing the regulars no end - but when I was alerted to the fate of Bus Shelters of Ilford I was genuinely annoyed.)

Time passed. The New Year dawned. (I had a chest infection, so it dawned with me spluttering away like a doomed costume drama heroine.) And, for reasons that I haven’t quite worked out myself and therefore am unable to detail here, I felt an urge to return to the discredited world of self-documentation on the internet.

Fortunately, Blogger had clearly been on a purge of naughty spambloke blogpage hoarders, and so I was able to reclaim what was rightfully mine until I gave it away in a huff. Even more fortunately, I then split up with my girlfriend (or, as my mum tactfully put it, “oh, so she dumped you then”), which meant that I had the evenings free.

The only problem now is trying to think of something to write about. I’m sure I had loads of ideas; there must have been, otherwise I wouldn’t have pined for my page-o-thing back in the first place. I’m sure if I sit here long enough I’ll think of something.