Pooh-poohing.

Dear Blogger,

Well, you have finally strongarmed me into accepting the new google account thingy. Let's not pretend for a second that I'm happy about this, but I'll withhold any serious sniping until I actually notice a difference between this and the 'old blogger' account. (Note: 'Old blogger account': carefully phrased to rhyme with shit.)

Seriously though, if I find one piece of junk mail in my email account I shall be straight over to give you an electronic slapping. Don't mess with me. I make little boys cry with the sheer force of my 'disappointment' face.

Kiss kiss,

Disco Stoat

PS. Labels for this post? The hell? Wayward insanity? General bla?