Every year this gets a bit scarier to admit.
16 years ago the internet was a small place, hand crafted HTML ruled the waves, and the surf was more a gentle swell than the tsunamis we now have to negotiate whenever we dip our toes.
Even now I’m still not sure how much of this hobby is vanity, how much is curiosity, how much is a desire for validation, nor how much it’s just because I can. It’s never been a focus, and that’s probably why I still do it.
That means, in the UK, my blog can now, in no particular order:
- Drink beer or cider with a meal in a pub or hotel, but still can’t buy it.
- Fly a glider.
- Have sex, gay or straight, as long as the other blog is also 16+.
- Join the armed forces.
- Earn the minimum wage.
- Choose a doctor.
- Get married (with parental consent).
All of which is really, really weird.