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It's an achievement of almost total insignificance (the blog, not drinking Special Brew in the afternoon, though if you are able to do it 23 years ago then you are something pretty significant) and yet it's still surely staggering. Sometimes something meaningless can take on meaning, just due to the stubbornness of the person doing it. If you're read all 8399 entries then you've done something even more ridiculous than me. There can't be many of us who've read every word. I am not sure that even my mum has managed it.
Well I've given you the link to start from the beginning if you want to,
It'd be crazy to think that anyone will make a fuss for just the 23rd anniversary. There was a point where I thought blogging every day for a year might raise some press interest, but you definitely have to do more than that. I guess when people have hit 25 years of blogging daily on the internet, then that's when it will become a news story. Not even 750 more entries then.
I am guessing of course, because as far as I know, no one has yet blogged every day for 25 years - there is one person who might have blogged every day for over 23 years, though I keep forgetting his name and haven't checked his website for a while. Hopefully he has died by now and I will be the longest consecutive blogger in the world.
Being the second longest suits me better though. That's the Herring brand.
Anyway, a lot has happened in 23 years. I've moved house three times, got married, had two kids, started podcasting and won Taskmaster.
Oh, it's not that much as it turns out.
Some stuff has happened though.
Today was a long working day of over 12 hours and I am writing this in the back of a car that is taking me the not inconsiderable distance home. The job is not over. We're back for the weekend and then it is done. Then I will be coming home and straight into doing a RHLSTP where I have got Richard Osman back on, solely to ask him about his experience with urinals. I bet he has never experienced the thing that has happened to me, where a urinal is so high that you have to stand on tip toes to avoid your penis brushing the porcelain (and don't always avoid it) but suspect he may have other issues with the bathroom appliance.
Or listen to the podcast. Damn two ways to find out.
Or ask him yourself. Three. He might not tell you though, but I am confident he will discuss it with me.
Or ask someone who has either been to the show or listened to the podcast. Five.
But there are only five ways.
Even standing next to him at a urinal won't give a definitive answer.
Anyway, it was eventually a good, though long day at work. I have surprised myself at this job by somewhat losing my temper, or at least my cool, at certain points when I am unable to achieve what is asked of me and have no access to help. It is frustration with myself, but others fall in the firing line and though I think and hope it's mainly a comedic experience for them - is there anything funnier than an impotent old man flailing and failing and getting cross with himself as a result? - it's not entirely comedic. So apologies to the excellent crew who are working longer and harder than us and remaining cheerful and friendly.
Am I the arsehole?
I don't think usually, but maybe as I approach my sixties I have some arsehole in me. Or more pertinently (as there has always been an arsehole in me) I am letting the arsehole in me out.
It's been a tough gig and I had to get up at 5.30am after five long days and I think you're allowed to go off the rails (and it was only for a bit today - I have usually made it til the afternoon before going mad on the other days).
It's not like I was drinking Special Brew on the train and shouting "Mind the Gash". I wonder if that guy is still alive (doubtful). I wonder if those Australians are still together (also unlikely). None of them will ever know I wrote about them or that you've read about them today. They won't even remember the incident and nor would I if I hadn't written it down (ditto most of the subsequent entries). But it's kind of cool that it's still there, right?
RIGHT!?
FUCKING ANSWER ME. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M RICHARD FUCKING HERRING AND I'VE WRITTEN A BLOG EVERY DAY FOR 23 YEARS AND A FUCKING DAY. SO HAVE SOME RESPECT....
Or not. Fair enough.
