Make me a pallet on your floor

I must say, everyone's gone rather quiet round these parts. Not comments wise, but updating your blogs.

Let's look down the blogroll.

When was the last time we heard from Cocktails? Three weeks ago! Did she meet everyone and think better of it? We've heard not a peep.

And ISBW, busy being a leading light of the Brighton and Hove literary belt, means updates are few and far between, though they are least weekly.

Valentine Suicide has posted today - hooray! But posts as rare as ginger nuns.

Modern Gutnish is too preoccupied shouting at the telly, Mondo is lost in music except for Fridays when he shares it with us, and Clair is off at one groovy arts do after another and is clearly too exhausted to post regularly.

Roman Empress, now Queen Margot, is once in a blue moon. And what happened to you Does That Make Sense? I know you've been busy, but I miss your very lengthy blog entries. And as for Red Scharlach! It's been two weeks! Avenues and Alleyways five and Let's Look Sideways a staggering eight months!

Has the novelty of blogging finally worn off? Are putting away childish things? We all know it can be a chore to update at times, and it's better not to say anything at all than bang on about nothing, like I do. But surely we can't all be losing interest at the same time? It seems it's only me, OP and Dan Worth filling dead air on a daily basis.

This month is the fourth anniversary of this blog and I can't believe I've kept it up for so long. I do wonder how much longer I can be bothered, and while I've had my flounces and shutdowns I'm not about to run out of steam just yet (sorry to disappoint).

So what's going on? Do tell. I'm missing you.

Here's a nice song from the Seventies to get you scribbling again. It's nothing to do with anything, I just felt like it.