Well worry no more, I can assure you that this will be in no way as good as the last. See the selling point of the last one was the shock factor. Unexpected honesty about an affliction that so many people suffer but certainly don't talk about. I'm afraid I don't have a great plot twist to excite and entertain today, and if this was the X Factor then you've already had my sob story so you'd actually have to hear me sing now...ahem 'turn around bright eyes'
Now whilst we're talking about yesterday's blog, I feel this is an appropriate time to reflect and give thanks. Within the first hour after posting I received text messages, Facebook messages, comments on my post, all expressing their shock and furthermore their support. If I was a drinking man then I'd have enough 'catch ups for a beer' to make the late great George Best look like he was teetotal. (I apologise if that feels like bad taste....but it's not as bad a taste as actual beer, no thank you)
It should also be noted that my blogger account received 700 hits yesterday. With yesterday's blog accounting for well over 500 of those. For someone who has written around 117 blogs (approximately) and never achieved more than around 250 hits, this was truly astounding and hopefully goes to show that people were getting something from it. Even if that something was 'I'm glad I don't feel like that', because that's awesome too.
I should address one more issue at this point, because we all hate the grammar nazis that just love to pick up on every minor spelling mistake or missed word. All of my blogs have always been and will always be (until I make it big and I'm sat at my super computer in my corner office overlooking Central Park) written on my phone. Generally at around 5am when I'm awake because I've just been up for a wee (no it's not because I'm getting old, it's actually a cortisol imbalance brought about by bad diet) so I thought I would apologise now for any mistakes. Of course I am more than happy to accept applications for the role of proofreader, but I'm pretty confident that even if you can accept the unsocial hours, you really won't like the salary.
So back to it, it's fair to say that yesterday was a pretty good day. It's actually a great relief to say to people 'I don't feel that great all the time'. Now I'm really not suggesting you say that to 500 people, most of which you've never met, in fairness I've never even been to Australia, Russia, Spain, China or any of the other countries it was read in yesterday, but due to pure British ignorance I will continue to expect those people to read it in English or find their own translator because to be honest 在線翻譯是無用的，它會更容易，只是學習語言
But you really should talk to somebody, and you'd be surprised how understanding people will be. Don't suffer in silence
So as I was saying, yesterday was a good day. I finished work early and went out for dinner with my parents and my daughter, who for the benefit of the blog we'll call Amelia, because, well, it's her name.
Amelia always brightens up my day and I think brightens up the day of all who meet her. In fact she should probably be offered as therapy to people suffering with the very problem of which I write. Except on days when she's had a late night and woken up early, and has school, and 'doesn't want cornflakes for breakfast'.
We had a great meal, we watched some Netflix and played with her new jumping beans, which don't actually jump, and finished off with a joke book at bedtime. It left me feeling so much more positive yesterday evening and she'll soon be awake this morning and excitedly telling me about her dreams last night or what she's doing today with Grandma and Grandpa.
Now due to an abundance of Olympics viewing and an early night on Monday I had missed out on what is usually a Monday night highlight and so became a Tuesday night one instead - Naked Attraction
Now for those of you that don't know, Naked Attraction is not just the feelings of the young lady that walked past my window yesterday morning as I did my morning stretch before realising that it had been hot the night before and I'd forgotten my pants. But I don't think she suffered to much distress, the police officers told me that she would be offered counselling anyway and I would be offered....curtains
No, Naked Attraction is a sort of dating show on Channel 4. Now if you imagine pornography, I know, it's a big ask. And then take away everything about it which is appealing or arousing...and the sex, then you are left with Naked Attraction. To give you a brief explanation, boy meets girl(s), girl(s) has no clothes on, boy chooses girl, boy removes clothes, girl stares at boy's willy, boy stares at girl's boobies whilst telling each other that it was their tattoos and their personality that they find most attractive about each other.
They go on a date, in clothes, they realise that other than finding each other more attractive than the other choices with no clothes on, they pretty much have nothing in common, they meet up again 3 weeks later, explain that it didn't work out and then we move on to a woman looking for a date and a whole lot more penis and pubic hair than anybody needs to see on a Monday evening, or any evening in fact. Have I sold it to you...no, didn't think so
So I think that's probably enough for today. I hope that people have read this far and that they may continue to read over the coming days. Thanks once again for all your support. Peace out
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