Why she's become a blogger.

Being ancient she was present at the birth of blogging, but had never been sure about having a blog page, because if it was kept exclusive what was the point? You might as well keep a dairy or send your inner circle of friends an in depth letter about what you’d been up to every so often.
If you went public there’s only so much you can write about a hobby. Why would people be interested in your daily life? The daily grind of work or looking after our families is pretty boring after the first few paragraphs, but if you spiced it up a bit and bared your soul, would you really want everyone knowing your deepest thoughts and feelings?
She imagined it was rather like performing a ‘to the skin’ personality striptease in front of an audience of millions.
She could understand that it’s supposed to be a good portal for your work; a chance for others to see what you do, especially if you write, but what if you’re not hankering for success?

By now you’re probably thinking what a load of crap this blog is and if that’s how the old dear feels, why is she bothering?
Well, if you stick with me I’ll tell you. She’s bothering because as the years tick on, she’s becoming more and more occurd - and occurd is Berkshire slang for awkward.

It started years ago with a refusal to buy a certain brand of washing up liquid because she hated the commercial. Then, as television advertising mushroomed, she grew to hate the cynical manoeuvrings that brainwash us into buying products that are bad for us, that we don’t need, or can’t afford, to the point she’s now severely restricted in what she buys from the supermarket. Worse still, she irritates the pants off her husband when she hurls foul language at the TV when yet another breakfast cereal crammed with sugar, is projected as low fat, therefore healthy and good for us.
She’s also become an utter bore on the subject of shopping around for a good deal from insurance and utility companies; is totally committed to reducing her carbon footprint and seriously pissed off with the blatant, self serving attitude of local government officials and politicians.
Call it what you will, ignorance, cynicism or hypocrisy, whether from advertising agencies, politicians or the man on the street, the older she gets the more she wants to have a poke at; become a thorn under the skin of, and let’s be totally honest as this is a blog, deliver a good healthy spit in a few eyes.

She’s tried the local paper but they aren’t really up for it when you really get down and dirty, and she’s had a go at a few politicians, but they’re so thick skinned it slides off.
In fact she’s having a job to get a rise out of anyone and it’s driving her crazy, so that’s why, as she reluctantly heads into her dotage and runs out of time for making even the smallest dent on the world, I have pushed her into becoming a blogger.