What Is The Point In Blogging? (No-One Is Reading This)

Day 4 - another late one I'm afraid. 


I decided this morning that I would try and do this blog daily for two weeks. Almost tempting fate, I have left it all day today knowing that I would probably end up going home very late after a few pints at the pub and then have to write this poor excuse for a blog once again under the influence. Already 50% of my entries have been conducted whilst drunk. But then, what is the point of a blog anyway? If nobody is reading this then surely if it turns out to be just my drunken diary, read by only me the next morning, then surely it doesn't really matter anyway? 
It might as well be a happily used tool to satisfy my obsessive compulsive disorder for a couple of weeks, mainly reviewing 'The Wright Stuff', and then be forgotten forever. Although it does seem like poor form to submit two days in a row a drunken piece of writing.


The funniest thing I saw today was a drunk man at the pub who went through two packets of salt and vinegar crisps, trying to gnaw them into the shape of a love heart to give to the frightened barmaid many years his junior, only to eventually present her with a soggy, vaguely circular, crisp that more resembled a pair of buttocks than a heart.