The redoubtable Welsh blogger, Miss Wagstaffe has marked his/her first three months in the blogosphere by a review of his/her 20 most popular posts - and asked his/her blogroll to do the same. Since this blog has been going for over two years, the first three months are a bit out of date, and there were not many comments then anyway. So I'll post on how I think the site has gone.
In the beginning, I did not expect the blog to survived as long as it has. Incredibly this is the 847th post. It would be nice to stagger on to 1000 and receive a letter from the Queen - or whatever happens. I feel a bit like David Beckham. I don't have a lot of visitors, around 300 on weekdays and 150 at weekends -which is puny compared with the popular UK blogs. The record number of visitors was 731, attracted by a post I wrote about the Assembly coalition talks, basing it on three little bears.
The blog has changed a lot, as have the tone of the comments. In the beginning, it was based on National Assembly internal politics and gossip. Few comments, and all generally good natured. Over time the blog became more opinionated, and comments became less good natured. I'm doing fewer family based blogs because they prefer to be left out of it. And I've dropped irony and general p***taking, because I don't seem to get away with it without causing offence in the way I used to. So since its not fun anymore - it will be dropped.
To stay alive a blog has to react to comments, and change, or stop accepting comments altogether. So there's likely to be a bit less opinion, which generally attracts negativity, less family news, and less Assembly stuff as I lose touch - unless I become involved in something relevant of course. I'm likely to indulge my passion for sport a bit more, and the countryside a bit more, and gardening as the nights draw out, and more UK politics as I try to get to grips with Westminster issues. I hope there will continue to be comments, to which I will always respond, in order to encourage debate. I'm hopeful that I might make the 1000 before conking out and going birdwatching.