Good evening, dear reader! I say that because it's evening, of course. How are you? I do hope you're well. I'm fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that I'm exploiting modern technology to bring you this post while in the bath! It certainly makes a change from tweeting while in the bath. No, I'm not going to make a reference about my being wet like I normally do. If you, my dear reader, don't know what I'm talking about, you can find a feed and link to my Twitter on the right-hand side of this very page. I can't link you to it myself seeing as technology hasn't progressed enough to let me copy and paste links.
So, onto the news! Well, I am very pleased to say that my little corner of the internet is snowballing! I have been garnering around 150 readers a day for several weeks now. If you are one of my dear regular readers, I thank you very deeply indeed. You make me a happy panda. Not that I'm actually a panda, seeing as that would be wierd and unnatural. Apparently, I'm big in the States, Canada, my dear England, and Denmark. Also, it appears that I have a following in Germany, so if you are a German chap, please do forgive my terrible grasp of German that I occasionally spew out. My German is very bad, as you can probably tell. So is my Spanish and my Italian, but I've never demonstrated that here. Yet. So you've got that to look forward too, dear reader. If you're a mentalist. Bizarrely, I can also understand the Cyrillic alphabet, despite not being able to speak Russian or any similar languages. I've also managed to derail my own post.
Back on track, then. England, eh? Unless you've been living under a rock or in the middle of the Arctic for several months, you've probably heard about the wedding of William, Prince of Wales, and the rather attractive Catherine Middleton, who I can't remember if she had a title. Irregardless, dear reader, they finally married today in a ceremony that single-handedly managed to take over channels 1 and 3, as well as get mentioned on every other. If you do not hail from the Great British Isles, dear reader, your news networks were probably telling you we were besides ourselves with excitement. Allow me to assure you that we were most certainly not - any novelty the occasion had died when we were forced to hear about it for the 47th time on This Morning, where Philip Schofield merrily informed us, for what felt like the hundredth time, that he'd be covering it live. Don't get me wrong, dear reader, I'm a royalist, but there's only so much enforced glee the English, and indeed British, psyche can take before it gets fed up. We broke that barrier as a population about three weeks ago, and have been getting progressively bored since then. Our media has, of course, been having an utter blast pretending to enjoy themselves. I think I speak for most men when I say that I only watched the service to see a member of the royal family drunk, see what lurid colour the Queen Mother was wearing, and see what Catherine looked like in her dress. In answer to these: Charles looked swished, Her Majesty was wearing a lurid pale yellow and stuck out a mile because of it, and Catherine looked highly attractive, as is her wont. I think I may also act as the Voice of Doom and say that you and I have certainly not heard the last of the happy couple. I can hardly wait and I might be lying.
In the last bit of news, have you heard about Sony, dear reader? PSN has been down for a considerable amount of time (I'm not sure if it's back up now). Ordinarily, this would be a pain, but hardly something warranting worldwide media coverage. See, this PSN outage was actually something much worse. To buy from PSN, full credit details have to be linked to the system. Unfortunately for the millions of PSN users, this information has been nicked by hackers. Meaning that they have access to millions of your currency of choice. Now, they tried to sell the details back to Sony, who refused. One can understand that. What one can not understand is why the data was not encrypted. Which it wasn't. Sony took several days to inform people and have not apologised. In the meantime, if you are a PSN user, your account details could very well be floating on tge internet right this second. If you were unaware of this, it might be a good idea to check your balance and cancel your card. If you've been bitten by this, don't hesitate to get in touch! Drop me a comment or an email.
Well, that's about it, dear reader, now I should get out of the bath. Just as an aside, that Game of Thrones, eh? Great drama! I'm following it and you should too, dear reader, if you like a bit of adult medieval fantasy.
Until next time!