The vast majority of you aren’t going to care about this, but the the fool who got me interested in blogging has hurried up and headed off into the blog sunset.

Harry pestered me for quite a while about Harry’s Place and, as with most things Harry, I ignored him for the most part. Even when I did take a peek I still couldn’t be bothered. Then, I just started reading the thing out of a matter of courtesy in the same way you always promise to go and visit that remote relative who you’ve been avoiding for half your adult life.

It took me nearly as long again to pluck up the courage to post a comment – Harry’s Place is a political and intellectual bear pit even in its softer moments.

And there’s your cautionary tale of what it’s like to be a blog reader on a mate’s blog, which is a little weird for me. I don’t recognise Harry the blog pseud in the slightest as the guy I grew up with and never have. In that respect he’s a truly disingenuous blogger. I’m only writing this because I’m proud of the bloke and hope that circumstances become more conducive to carrying something on that he honestly loves doing.

Reading some of the comments bidding the boy farewell is really rather humourous (me and H spent half the afternoon iming each other taking the piss). You could be forgiven for thinking that Harry had snuffed it, but I know he’ll be back and I also know how difficult a decision it’s been. You don’t do these things lightly.

It’s hard pulling yourself away from certain blogs, especially when you’re the blog daddy. And, in the sphere of UK political blogging, he’s the daddy.

You probably think there’s something desperately sad about grown men not being able to detach themselves from their dysfunctional ramblings.

But, blogs are very much like girlfriends – you never forget your first and some you love more than others



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