The Horribly Happy Hooker, for its energy and passion, looked dead in the water. No recent posts. No trace of the author on social media. It was almost like she wanted to remain anonymous. Fortunately, HHH wasn't the only Irish blogger in town. And by town, I meant the world. Enter Arseblog, the Emerald Isle's lighthearted written commentary on all things Arsenal.
I normally avoided hovering my mouse cursor within a five centimeter radius of a football link for fear of accidentally clicking it but the quest to find blogs with real soul demanded peeking into every nook and cranny. Reluctantly, I held my nose and entered this particular cranny, to see what the fuss was about.
Supposedly Arseblog was highly respected among the club's supporters. It had plenty to offer them. Daily posts. A team of columnists. A weekly Arsecast. I wasn't about to start reading or listening to anyone talking about football so I checked out their St. Patrick's Day post instead.
The word "disgraceful" came to mind. It was like Lee Evans had emptied out the contents of his waste paper bin and stuck together the worst ten percent of the jokes he'd thrown away. Worse, it had been written in the name of St. Patrick yet the entire post made no real reference to him whatsoever.
Unlike the Happy Hooker, who wrote authentically but had to hide her true identity, Arseblog had no shame in churning out low-grade babble. Had the St. Patrick's Day piece been funny or educational, it might have been worth examining one or two other posts. Since it was neither, Arseblog definitely wasn't making it anywhere near my favourites list.
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Your post and the term Arseblog was funny to wake up to, but Arsecast made me wonder if there is a celebrated sculpture of an arse anywhere in the world and ended up with me uncovering Bum the dogs statue, whose story harks from San Diego, but has a statue in Edinburgh due to the towns twinning because of their love of Bobby the dog.
Both dogs were adopted and cared for by the people and their stories make you feel all nice and warm n fuzzy.
Unlike Arseblog which just makes me wonder what it is about football that attracts grown men to devote their time and energy to watching other grown men chasing a ball around for the purpose of kicking it in a certain spot.
I used to watch Match of the Day when I was a kid with my Dad, (he supported Newcastle and I supported Liverpool) but started to grow out of it when I was about 11.
I guess it’s that tribal competition thing. It’s just not very manly though is it. Rugby I can understand because they’re just beasts and all Grrrggghhh and about getting down n dirty in a gentlemanly way, but yeah, football’s for flounced up fouling fairies really.
Watched Darren Brown’s The Push on Netflix last night........OMG! I’m all out of belief of the awful herd like behaviours that seemingly normal people are capable of. I’m not often shocked but Really?!
The Bobby and Bum dogs look respectable.
I watched Humanity on your recommendation and found the dead baby part funny (because dead babies are always funny).
I might have to check out The Push the next time I'm in a watchy mood.
If you can laugh at dead baby jokes you can find a love of life in anything.
Bill Burr comedy shows on Netflix are probably my favourite. He is so on point. LOL relentless reality.
We’ve just had an amazing afternoon and evening with my MIL and sister in law, eating, laughing and drinking and the catalyst was my FIL dying. That shouldn’t be so, but it just was.
Not about what had happened, but it just seemed to stir up funny memories.
I’m so proud of my MIL. They were married for 50 years. She wanted no sympathy, she just wanted to have a good time and then the laughs came.
The tears will fall (and have) but she still wants to laugh.
That’s such a relief.
I'm sorry for your loss.
If you can have a good time and laugh, I think you should do.
I'm sure you pay your respects as well.
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