The northlondonhippy

The above title is true.

My web­site is becom­ing less of a blog with each pass­ing day.

My posts are long, they are usu­ally quite focussed and I pub­lish them spo­rad­i­cally. I rarely men­tion what I’ve had for lunch. I rarely even eat lunch.

This has ceased to be a blog.

I don’t even feel like a blog­ger any more.

So what the hell am I?

Good ques­tion.

“I’m the hippy you all adore, because I am a total media whore!” seems a bit tired these days. I’m no longer “shroom­tas­tic” and haven’t been since they banned my beloved fresh magic mush­rooms around 2 years ago. The fuckers!

I’m still “a mes­siah for the new mil­len­nium”, only the millennium’s not that new now. I still am though, and I can prove it too. Look up at the very top of your browser.

I’ve never been com­pletely sure of what­ever it is I do here any­way, so I don’t know why I’m hav­ing this sud­den cri­sis of inter­net identity.

Part of it is there are a lot more of you around these days. My audi­ence has con­tin­ued to steadily grow and I have to say I’m quite impressed with the num­ber of you out there using RSS read­ers to keep up with me.

There’s a down­side to know­ing that so many of you are grab­bing the myr­iad of hippy feeds on offer: I feel like every time you hit your refresh but­ton, there should be some fresh hippy good­ness there for you to enjoy and that’s putting pres­sure on me.

I don’t like pressure.

Well, that’s not strictly true, but this site is sup­posed to be about me hav­ing fun. More even, than you, when you read it.

A lot more, probably.

Here, let me share of my kind of fun:

Ring up an old friend, some­one you like, that you haven’t spo­ken to in ages. After the pre­req­ui­site pleas­antries are com­pleted, try this for an con­ver­sa­tional gambit.

You: “Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while, but I’ve had a bit of trou­ble. Look, I really hate to ask you this, but I don’t know where else to turn. It’s just, well, I need to bor­row some money. Actu­ally, a lot of money.”

Them: Ummm, ahhhh, ummm…

You: ”Oh come on, I’m jok­ing. No, the real rea­son I’m phon­ing is I want to invite you to the pre­miere of my first fea­ture film.”

Them: “Wow, really, your first fea­ture film? That’s amazing!”

You: “Sorry, no, this time I really am joking.

No, the real rea­son I’ve called is that I was won­der­ing if you would mind tak­ing a tissue-type test for me. You see, I need some­one who matches my very rare tissue-type to donate a kid­ney for me.”

Them: Click

Now, if that ain’t fun, I don’t know what is!

I’m avail­able for par­ties, bar mitz­vahs and funer­als and if you can com­bine all three into one event, I might even be able to do you a bit of a discount.

So here’s the bot­tom line: I’m just going to keep doing what­ever it is I do here, when I want, how I want.

As they say, you might as well “please yourself”.

I usu­ally do (and I lie about it when I don’t!).

(Click here to read the hippy’s “cannabis truth” series)

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