It seems I’m part of the last bastion of a dying breed.

According to my favourite newspaper, The Guardian, the “blog phenomenon” reached its peak last October and has started to decline. Many have become what are now known as “ghost blogs”; abandoned and left to languish untouched on the internet for who knows how long. The full article can be found RIGHT HERE.

At the peak of blogging, way back in those heady, crazy, hazy days of October last year, they say there were around 200 million websites like mine. No wonder I’m the “biggest internet celebrity you’ve never heard of!” – there’s a ton of competition.

The fact that other blogs are disappearing can only be good news for a certain north London based hippy that likes to smoke dope. Yes, me! Perhaps as all the others disappear, eager consumers of blogs will seek me out for all their blogging needs.

Trust me, I could be your sole provider!

It was my third anniversary of blogging last week and I took a decision not to mark it in my usual nostalgic style. I’m only mentioning it now to make a simple point, which is this: I’m still blogging.

I won’t deny that my blog has changed and evolved over time and it’s far more of a place for me to wax lyrical on whatever’s on my mind that day, than a diary of what I had for lunch.

I think these days, what I do is closer to personal essays or dare I say, a columnist (and one available for hire!) providing considered opinions on a wide variety of subjects.

I still aim to inform and entertain and I try to be as accessible as possible to the widest audience. And I would like it to be wider.

I actually do alright in terms of visitors and for the most part, my numbers have steadily climbed since I started and increased rather dramatically as of late. As blogs go and I mean those written by nobodies such as myself, I think I do pretty damn good.

Not as well as you guys though, because you, my beloved hippyfans were clever enough to make it to this page, slicing through the dross and detritus that pervades the internet like a litter-strewn street.

I prefer to think of my blog as underground, rather than obscure, so well done you for hooking up with the hippy. That puts you right at the heart of the vanguard of the internet elite! It’s just like having the doorman at an exclusive club, invite you inside ahead of the queue and then ushering you straight to the VIP section, where Sarah Harding from Girls Aloud is on her third bottle of Dom and she’s about to get her tits out!

Maybe not, but it’s still superneatocool.

I’m glad you all dig the hippy, because this hippy really digs all of you!