No real thought has been put into this. I believe the expression is “making a rod for one’s own back”. After all, I’m the only one really bothered about spewing some words here once a week. Sure, the odd friend or spam-bot might stumble across it occasionally, but even they aren’t going to hold me over a fire until I bash out some words and hit “Publish”. At worst, they may simply grimace, shrug and perhaps leave an auto-generated comment about how original content can help boost my conversions, before they piss off and get on with their own lives.
It’s really only me that’s bothered about sticking to my schedule. So here I am, sticking to it, with some words, hastily thrown together, meaningless and dull, self-indulgent and self-chastising.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to go and lie down in the hope that the apparent narcissism will eventually fade away if I will it.
No real thought has been put into this either. It’s been on radio a fair bit lately. It doesn’t really go anywhere, it just trundles on with light and airy synth noises, like a low-key rave in your local swimming pool.
Leave this on in the background while you sit outside in the sunshine, type meaningless drivel at your office desk, or have a low-key paddle in your local swimming pool.
Jane Weaver – Slow Motion
Jamie Walsh 
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