It has come to my notice that there’s nowhere upon which to leave a ‘comment’ on my blogs.

Which is as it bloody should be. My word is sacred, you’re just nothing, nobody, unworthy, just rabble.

But even rabble get the chance to leave their mud huts now and again, go looting, mugging, screaming in protest with their muddy little rabbly faces all contorted with anger and rage, just before the water canons get them. And thus dids’t it come to pass that I inquired as to this most important of things; a comments section so that discourse can occur, so that a debate can ensue, so that people can voice their displeasure at my words (that’d be the Arsenal fans then) or praise me on any level, however superficial or insincere.

So I asked Sam. My Blog-Master. My Administrator. My Lord.

Sam is 9 years old. Hence is more than merely comfortable with bunch of computer stuff in his grubby little mitts. I’m not. I’m… older. Hence face an eternal dilemma when even faced with one single, simple, on/off switch. When I was 9 I played with marbles. (There should be a ‘marbles’ app; its a great- if totally fucking pointless) game.

Anyway, I was informed that if one clicks on the photo of the daily blog it then (as if by magic) appears on its own page. At the foot of which is a place to comment. Its fucking magic. This is now, under the care of ‘the child’ being rectified so you can abuse me much more easily and threaten my children with just three clicks.

I’ve also now been given a license to post the blogs myself. Oh my. That’s an awesome responsibility. Like having the keys to my own house. Which I’m sure Mel will let me have one day. Or picking the England team.

Thus I shall try.

And if I don’t succeed…
I’ll get back to my 9 year old.

Happy thursday

A xxxx