600 and other high numbers

I went to a stately home at the weekend. This just might have been my favourite thing. You're right - it IS entirely unrelated to the rest of this post. This isn't the bleedin' Guardian, y'know.

It's a funny old game, this blogging lark.

I do wonder sometimes what I'm achieving by doing it, but it turns out I've clearly not thought about it too hard, as I recently passed 600 posts!

That's an awful lot of randomness I've subjected you to, so thanks for sticking with me, and please accept my apologies.

August was a particularly successful month if the blog views counter is anything to go by, with a figure of nearly 2000 for the month, making it my best month since way back in July 2012.

Will I carry on doing it? After 600+ posts, this blog is now more an extended remix of my weekly newspaper column, as opposed to the stream of conciousness flow of random content that first appeared on here when I started out - much of it to do with Formula 1 initially.

I honestly don't know. I suppose I'm more likely to pack in the newspaper column first - it is hard to come up with a new subject every week, and after more than 170 of them I have a constant fear of eventually running out of anything to say. If that stopped, its probable that I'd return to the more varied-length short pieces and thought-farts that used to fill up this strange backwater of the internet.

Ah... I dunno. Thanks for reading, though. As it appears that a very high percentage of you are American, perhaps "thanks, y'all!" might be more appropriate.

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