Don’t you just hate it when posts go up on blogs and the author says “oh, just ignore this post everyone, I was just testing to see if my super duper state of the art technology works properly”…
Yep, same here.
But, as I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of my time sitting on trains (which are usually, for one reason or another, stuck in the middle of nowhere), and as I’ve recently forked out a small fortune for an iPhone (which, if you listen to the hype, should have the capability to do everything in the whole world ever, and then a bit more), I thought I might as well join the club and post one of those inane completely tossy posts myself.
Because if it all works as it should (and I’m feeling optimistic here as I peck away at my teeny tiny keyboard while sitting on the 9am train to THAT London), it means I can post here a bit more often (albeit with shorter, less detailed pieces), and there won’t be any more long empty silences on the blog. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
So, just ignore this post everyone, I’m just testing to see if my super duper state of the art technology works properly.
(And it looks like it does, except it didn’t like my use of the word “tossy” and kept wanting to replace it with “toast” for some bizarre reason)
Too Much To Say For Myself 
Cath,
In stark contrast to a recent CiF contribution I saw about Primark, padded bras and 7 year old girls, your ‘tossy’ post was cogent, coherent, well- considered and rational.
It wisely avoided done-for-effect hyperbole, silly construed alliteration and the jargon of this weeks lead postmodern narrative.
In other words it made sense.
I shall be recommending it as a learning resource to less experienced and younger writers; particularly some who persist in believing that they can successfully address real issues whilst giving license to their rambling fantasies and think that research based on facts lacks a radical edge.
Your use of ‘tossy’ was spot on but I fear the bar has recently been re-set.
May I second that.
I only update my site when I have something to say, or – better still – found someone else with something to say. You have said more here in this post than some do in reams.
Keep it up.
Or not, depending how you feel.
racaille – don’t get me started.
Sorry Polly – forgive me.