You know things are quiet when your foremost thought having read through your favourite sites is one of an extraordinarily erotic badger.
I struggle with this time of year. When it comes to blogging, I’m a creature of opportunity. A groove is required to ensure I post consistently, but most of all I need time. Unfortunately for me, I’m overwhelmed with the enthusiasm and ability to contribute to the maelstrom of information about the Goonersphere at a time when relevance and fact are in short supply.
So I’m left with little choice but to blather on a bit aimlessly.
All that resides out there at present are rumours. Rumours, rumours, and more rumours – some are even rumours about rumours, or rumoured rumours that have surfaced on the back of other rumours.
Rumours are getting boring, aren’t they.
I remember a time when a player being linked to Arsenal would cause even the most stoic of individuals to omit yelps of excitement. We’d furiously consider what impact they might have, where in the formation they’d be deployed, and what potential bonds on the pitch could be created with the current players.
These days, most stories linking to Arsenal to new blood I see are met with howls of derision and pessimism. It’s a damning sign of the media saturated world we live in. Opportunists realise that the key to bringing traffic to their site is to conjure up hogwash that grabs the attention of fans hungry for news. A humble blogger doing his best to create something original and fresh – someone like Poznan in my Pants, for example – doesn’t stand a chance of competing with a cretin spewing out crap, because the cretinous crap he spews has headlines constructed purely to grab hits.
So for today, I think I’m going to leave it alone. Astonishing transfer rumours will be out there in abundance, eagerly awaiting those that are reeled in by them. But I will be here doing my best to please those of you who pop by to endure my attempts at whimsy and informing.
I’m fully aware this post doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense, but give me a break – it’s 4am in the morning, and I’m typing away is something of a sleep deprived haze.
The comments are below. Feel free to jot down whatever you please today – about anything at all. Perhaps you’ve had a harrowing sexual experience with a girl/guy that promised much but delivered little. Perhaps you were trapped in Nakatomi Plaza and single-handedly repelled the maniacal schemes of elite european terrorists led by Alan Rickman. Or perhaps you just had a pleasant evening in watching re-runs of Friends. Regardless, I want to know.
There certainly isn’t much in the way of Arsenal to talk about.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.