A message from beyond
Can’t blog today really, but if you look at yesterday’s Comments, you will find (a) a link to that graph of our Eurovision failings, which should concentrate the mind on the scale of the task ahead of us. Keep signing up to help in your myriad ways. Your country needs you. and (b) what seems to be a template for you to make a paper version of me. I don’t know how inclined you feel to create graven images of me over the weekend, but I can confirm it is acceptable within the terms of this cult, not least because (as we have established many times) it is not a cult.
Also in the Comments is a reply to Alex’s lament about her ‘useless’ degree, suggesting a volunteering opportunity. So all in all, proof that even when not much is happening on this blog, its readers continue to keep it alive, like those political sidekicks throughout history who have filled recently deceased leaders like Chairman Mao with elementary cryopreservatives and propped them up to look like they were still going. I reckon if I die before 2020, this blog will churn on for at least a few weeks before the news gets out. Maybe I’m dead already.
Posted by Lydia on May 29, 2011
Don’t be dead, Mark. Alive is definitely superior.
And Alex, I think everyone has had a moaney moment on here. It isn’t boring, because I think most people would rather know when someone is unhappy.
Posted by lisan66 on May 29, 2011
On a totally unrealted note, I just saw you on Michael McIntyre’s Comedy Roadshow. Totally unexpected. I wasn’t even really watching it, it was just on the tv while I studied, and next minute Michael McIntyre was like ‘blah blah blah Mark Watson’. Anyway, please don’t be dead, because I’m booking tickets to see you once I get back from holidays
Posted by Knox on May 28, 2011
@Alex – pity! But you’re right – it really will turn out ok. And definitely best to rant a bit every now and then than totally explode and go a bit postal.
@Mark – I really hope you’re not dead – really – those jeans are worth at least £12!
Posted by Misha on May 28, 2011
You’d better not be bloody dead Watson. I’d assume my biscuits were to blame. Also, we would notice. The blogless day would come.
I have a new ambition for when I move to London and get settled. To join a ceilidh band. Anyone want to start one? I play flute and recorder.
Posted by Rachael on May 28, 2011
This probably goes without saying but I hope you are not dead.
Posted by Nuala on May 28, 2011
Alex, stick with it! My daughter was helped immeasurably by a speech therapist.
Posted by Anji on May 28, 2011
Ah Alex, don’t apologise, you got what you needed to off your chest. I sometimes look at this blog like a bunch of trusty old friends, you may not see each other much, but sure as hell they’ll always be there when you need them!
And when you feel a little blue, something about it will make you feel a little brighter.
A big hug for all of us, and a little extra squeeze if you need it, remember tomorrows a new day x
Posted by Alex on May 28, 2011
I hadn’t even seen that! Moaning works!
Aww that’s lovely, but sadly I’m in Newcastle, and then Birmingham.
Hey ho. It’ll be reet. Sorry for being so boring and whiney yesterday.