Delusions of grandeur

I think writing a blog must be a bit like being a radio commentator. I feel a bit like one out of the forties for some reason. I keep seeing myself talking into a microphone that's shaped like a flying saucer and having to lean over to speak into it. For some reason I've got a little black hat with a tiny feather sitting jauntily on the side of my head. And I speak laike the Queen. My people......

I suppose there's a bit of an assumption these days that someone out there will stumble across your ravings while they're looking for something else but before talk-back how did radio commentators know if anyone was listening to them? Until they said something that offended someone and then they knew when they got the complaint.

I'm beginning to get the hang of this blog business - it's like falling down the tunnel! Every crazy thought doesn't now have to be hidden away; I have a blog and madness can reign! :-)