happy clappy people, whom I hate,

Behold! I have had a thought.

Hi!

Hello! Short and sweet intro this week, because I forgot to write it in advance and I have a big piece to file today and I am Quite Stressed about it so I won’t keep you for long. Also I’ve just not really read or seen anything of interest in the past few days. Well, aside from this quite funny piece, on the Roman-era sarcophagus people had been using as a beach bar in Bulgaria because they’d not realised it was a Roman-era sarcophagus. That was pretty enjoyable.

Anyway! I will leave you with the week’s essay now, and go back to my fretful writing.

Bye!

A column

Sometimes there are some uneasy truths which must be told, even if we would rather ignore them. I came up with two of them last week, one shortly after the other, and I wasn’t pleased with them but couldn’t deny the fact that they were both correct. Here goes:

1. I don’t really enjoy being on Bluesky. I’ve tried using it on a number of occasions, yet always end up going back to Twitter after a few days. I’ll post on Bluesky once in a while, but never really have any desire to read my timeline, even though it is full of people I know I like and find interesting.

2. I have, it turns out, a lot in common with the trolls and fascists who ended up going over to Truth Social, or whatever that other platform was called, then quietly returned to Twitter after a few weeks or months. None of those platforms worked and we all merrily made fun of them, but that was unwise. They and us - well, they and I, I don’t pretend to speak for all of you - are more or less the same.

Aren’t those unpleasant realisations? Can you imagine how irked I was, when they started falling into place?