Strops and Stilettos 8

I always say one is never to old to be told, and given that I am barely old at all, then sometimes it feels like I am always being informed, shall we say, about things. This week specifically I was sent off to a class. Sort of a bit like school. I was to be schooled on the writing of the blog. Now, I know, I know, born jokers. But you know, I am always open to all sorts of critique and so I just hushed on up and took my medicine and did some good learning. Apparently the most boring blogs are the ones written by complete ego maniacs, who only write about themselves and lord it up and drone on like it’s some sort of diary. I mean, really. Can you imagine? I didn’t know where to look. They said the best ones are interactive. They ask questions. They incite comment. They are a dialogue. Frankly it all sounds like a massive bore, but here goes.

Actually I am a little distressed, a terrible thing has happened in the neighbourhood, and maybe perhaps you could all help. That is if you are visiting the precise area. Which is in the region of Shoreditch, although actually we could be talking all over by now. Anyhoo, anyhoo, perhaps a small black pug called Bonce could have only gone missing in the ‘ditch - Nathan Barley eat your heart out – but it’s true, it’s true. The lampposts are full of it, and since I have had the good fortune to have met Mr Bonce trotting around Hoxton square, it has been a sad day. So if you do come across a small, jaunty black pug wondering lost around Hackney then let me know and we shall try and return him. Keep those eyes peeled and fill up that miserable looking comments area below. Sometimes one just has to be a pillar of the community. And you just thought it was all about ME.