Cass said yesterday "there aren't many people I don't like," and I reflected how different she and I are.
One of the few people I like is Bill Howie, last seen in Sydney, who has farewelled his Spanish tormentor of 10 years, and taken up with a series of Indian princesses. He's now seeing a Serbian with a Ph.D. (ahem).
Bill is the sort of person who talks to strangers in the street, in shops, on trains, anywhere, which is probably why he has friends everywhere and is rarely without a woman. I have two and a half friends, which is still more than I can handle, at least in the real world1.
In blogland however, I need all the friends I can get. The blog of my cave-dwelling friend at RaBlissBlog, who dislikes company even more than I do, gets more than twice as many hits as mine. It doesn't seem fair, and I've decided to do something about it. I'll be giving this blog a corporate face-lift before mounting a recruitment drive. You wait and see.
1 - But I happen to have the best woman in the world, for me at any rate, and I 'm not just saying that in case she reads this blog.
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12 June 2005 at 08:01
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Hotboy said...
If you told folk the McDonald Islands was where the hamburger trees grew, lots of ignorant supersized bloggers from Tennessee might blog by. Hotboy
p.s. I stuck my blog into blog directories as advised by Brian Wilson. Not one person who gets ra bliss has contacted me!!!
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Hotboy said...
Does the best woman in the world have a nazi uniform by any chance? Hotboy
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onan the bavarian said...
good idea, except that I'd then have the corporate lawyers on my case. I'm already negotiating a settlement with the people from the Open Text software corporation, and now I'll have Graham's Tennessee lawyers after me for publishing your libel. Thanks a lot.
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Hotboy said...
Maybe advertising the blog in cross-dressing magazines might help. Also, flyposting "cross dressing nazi memorabilia blog" on bus stops might be good! Hotboy
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Hotboy said...
I was thinking of going out to bars dressed as a woman, but it wouldn't be much fun since I'd be too shy to talk to anyone. Bill Howie is one lucky crossdresser. Gift of the gab! Do you think if I dressed really tarty, it wouldn't matter that I'm shy? Hotboy
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onan the bavarian said...
Don't worry, THEY would talk to YOU. Haven't you watched any episodes of Little Britain? But I do recommend that you lose the beard first unless you're looking for a job in the circus. Hope this helps.
PS thanks for the tips on blog promotion, I'll acknowledge you in the adverts.
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