The Catwoman was very polite, informative and reassuring — she really cares about cats, too. She also has a funny little dog. Leaving her place, Jod asked me
“Have you noticed that too many Outposters seem not to be 100% there when talking to you?”
“You mean they are absent-minded?”
“No, not necessarily — just not 100% there with you.”
Loving traffic jams
We went to the beach yesterday. On the way back there were no less than three major traffic jams (of the genuine stop-and-go sort) on both the country road and the motorway. However, we were in inexplicably high spirits (swimming in the sea is good for you — those Victorians got it right in the first place) and we put on our Soul classics tape and danced to it (firmly buckled up, of course), singing along, braking with the beat and all that. It was like an in-car party and even the black BMW convertible family ahead of us enjoyed it and waved us goodbye when they eventually exited the motorway.
Hardly anyone reads this blog. It makes little sense if you do not live in the Outpost and it makes even less if you live here. The names are weird, the themes haphazard, the writing weird and impenetrable in times. People do not link here, either.
However, I recently realised it has worked in its own way. Being in tune with what many Outposters seem to think and feel about the place, local young people have started their own blogs blowing whistles, telling it like it is, or simply making fun of what is crooked and unbearable about being (from) here. Most of them are (rightly) in the local lingo, hence making them only partly accessible to Compatridos and speakers of English (sometimes in equal measure, one would think), but I am really happy seeing them multiply and perusing them — most of them are truly both piercingly astute and hilariously written.
Now, I am not implying that I have started any trends here or that I have established any blogging schools — obviously not. Moreover, having written for some time I realised that I had been predated (not always coyly) by certain characters, both in the blogging world (e.g. Zapata) and — naturally — beyond it (e.g. the Nutty Shrink) in chastising, criticising, denigrating and ridiculing. Nevertheless, I just like to think that by writing this I have encouraged people to do what they felt like doing, i.e. the above, more easily. For which I am glad, as I partly do this for a living.