Fecks And The City

Well here I am, re-entering the blogosphere with my fourth post. And I must say, so far I've been about as prolific as Terrence Malick. I speak purely in terms of actual output of course- behind the scenes I've been busy enough, already jettisoning two failed blog ideas, Heilige Schiesse: Viele Doppelgangers! and The Plough and the Star Bar. But hopefully my productivity will pick up a bit.

Before I go any further, special props are due to Alison, the best grammatical error-spotter that maltesers can buy. See- told ya I'd mention ya, dollface.

But anyway: the fourth blog. Nine blog followers so far. Or blollowers, as they prefer to be known. Fair enough: it takes a while to build up decent-sized coterie of disciples. Just ask Jesus.

Feedback so far has been great, and very much appreciated: a friend of a friend for instance, commented after reading the blog that they couldn't believe I worked in a bank. This unfortunately echoes the thoughts of many of my colleagues who work in said bank.

It hasn't all been positive of course- one person kindly went out of their way to tell me how much they didn't laugh at the blog. Another generously said that they enjoyed the blog, and especially 'liked the way I wasn't necessarily trying to be funny'. Well er...I actually was. But hey. I suppose there are compliments, there are back-handed compliments, and there are kick-you-right-in-the-groin compliments. Well, as Shakespeare put it: "If thou cannst say anything nice, keep thy fuckyng trap shutteth" (quoted from A Midsummer Night's Dream: The Playwright's cut)

The best part so far was the lads' reaction to the blog, and to my writerly aspirations in general: they have even christened me 'Carrie feckin' Bradshaw'. However, rather than envisioning an opening credit sequence which depicts a bus advertising a seductively-posing Sarah Jessica Parker and the slogan Carrie Bradshaw Knows Good Sex beneath, they suggested it'd be more a case of a Kleenex delivery van displaying the phrase Conor Brennan Knows Self Love and a picture of me giving a big thumbs up. Nice. Self-deprecation for the nation.

The lads now therefore have this idea that my general approach to blogging is sashaying around my apartment, clad in a provocative nightdress and swilling from a cocktail glass, posing whimsical questions to myself, such as 'What makes a good relationship? Is it the same as what makes a good Cosmopolitan?'

In truth, it's more a case of me- eating a bowl of my new favourite meal, couscous (so good they named it twice), dressed only in a mankini and cowboy hat- pondering how to get cheap laughs with a minimum of effort.

You're welcome for the visual.

But seriously: cheers again all for the feedback and support- I will hopefully have built up a load of passable material by the end of the year.

On a final note, I have branched out a bit and set up an uber-geeky film-specific post (Reelspiel); if bored enough, you may fancy checking it out.

Till next time, take care of yourselves...and each other.

CB