I've not written a word here during my holidays and yet have acquired five new followers - welcome to you all. That's an increase of 13 per cent per week, so if I write nothing more all month I'll be up 37 per cent or something. Excellent.
On reflection I've just blown that, or "choked my duck" as I believe the cricket-fancying English have it.
Ha, so now you must play also your so-called national summer game in unser glorious kapital of Welschlichkeit along with your sogenannte Winterspiel of football, eh Tommy Atkins?!
For you, the humiliation is complete!
I'm having to babysit Bendigeidfran while Mrs Boyo is over in Switzerland having her annual blood transfusion, so blogging has to fit in the gaps between curry, ales and Ukrainian pop videos. But here's a preview of this month's coming attractions:
1. Ten reasons for living in Wales.
2. Turks taught me to be a man.
3. The next chapter of Anti-Danube, the thinking man's Metropole.
Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.