The Platform-Hopping Blog
As the sun rose over the City of Coventry, the air warmed, the birds sang and the sky turned the kind of blue that artists love to paint. Meanwhile, a blogger was slurping his brew.
Slurping rather than drinking because it was still hot and he was thinking hard about his blog. And his blog had opinions.
Many opinions.
The blogger was thinking about making a new blog. A clean slate, a fresh start. And if he couldn’t find a slate, he had a spare paving slab in the back garden.
—I shall make a new blog!
He declared, to nobody in particular. And of course, nobody in particular answered — at first. But then, the blog (opinionated, remember?) sparked up.
—Oi! You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking are you?
—Ah, hello, Blog. It depends. What do you think I’m thinking?
—I think you are thinking of making me move house. AGAIN.
—Er—
—I bloody knew it! WHY? What’s wrong with where I am? I like it here. My words are comfortable, the illustrations decorate the place nicely—
—Ah, but, you see, I have a new idea.
—Do you? Fancy that. You have a new idea that involves a new blog platform about six times a week.
—It’s not that often.
—Bloody feels like it.
Now, the blog has a point. The blogger is prone to hopping between platforms like a man waiting for a train that can’t decide which platform it likes. So the announcer has to keep changing where the waiting passengers stand.
The train now arriving at platform… Oh, hang on.
Leading to a stampede as the passengers all leg it to the new platform.
So, the Blogger understands how the Blog feels. And he has faced the wrath of the Bureau of Literary Oversight and Grievances (B.L.O.G) before. They sent him a sternly worded letter about his tendency to write new blog posts at a rate that made: “Other bloggers look like they had nothing to say”.
But, notwithstanding all that, the Blogger decided to go for it, one more time.
—I promise, Blog, this will be the last time.
—Bullshit. You said that the last three times.
—I know, but I mean it this time.
—Do you? Do you really?
The Blogger said nothing.