It’s not often I talk about this place, the mechanics and practicalities of the thing are as interesting to me as most of the in-depth technical descriptions that accompany the gear that comes in for review. All I need to know is; does it work, does it make me smile and is it a nice colour.
It feels like somewhere between pinning a flyer on the noticeboard and shouting indecipherably from a passing train when ever I write something and post it. I like that.
Why the suspiscious introspection, is regret and hair loss giving me new perspective on wasted opportunites? Why no, it’s a numbers thing, and that’s something I’m always hesitant to broach. But, the fact that a while back the number of comments posted on here passed 5,000 and that today my spyometer slipped by 300,000 is worth this uncharacteristic mention. And that’s because it’s heartening to know that given the choice of quality proper destinations available, there’s folk out there happy to stop by for a bit and take the bare look off the place.
You deserve a medal, yes, you.