So El Thicko here is now on the second day of trying to publish some old scribbly shite. Keep pressing publish button but no. Nothing. So instead of asking someone, I thought I’d just write something else… imagining that the sheer weight of words from this post might push the former post up onto the public stage. I realise this is not exactly scientific. I am going running now to try and assuage my anxiety. Which is rising. Quite fast.
it’s hard enough when you’re a bit thick , but add to that a touch of acute anxiety and a lashing of general hopelessness and the first questions on wordpress have really given me a bit of a turn for the worse. Choose a palette. Upload a background picture. Understand more about everything. It is with an apocalyptic sense of foreboding that I write this first blog, overwhlemed as I now am with the fear that I have gone with the wrong site, chosen colours which reflect the personality of a damp rag and just lost 99 dollars (yeah, not even pounds – although they do need every penny they can get just now, the fiscal cliff dodging bastards).