My secret blog

It’s an odd feeling having friends that know I have a blog but who don’t know where it is. The tactics they have used over the past few weeks to try and find out the location of the blog have been a marvel to behold. Entertaining even, but ultimately lacking in the kind of sophistication required for success.

I, on the other hand, have been playing a marvellous game. ”Oh yes, I wrote about that a couple of days ago. No, I won’t tell you where it is but let us just assume that the very argument you are putting forward today has already been debunked as the ravings of a drunk soaked popinjay. No, we’re out of gin.”

One of my friends has started up his own blog in response which I have visited daily but to which I will not link. No point in giving away clues that easily and, perhaps, that is the very reason it was started. Pffft, saw that one coming.

I don’t know why I feel this peculiar need for secrecy but I do. It’s such an acute state of mind that I would seriously consider scrapping the blog and its contents were I to be “found out”.

Analyse that.