How come I’m not famous yet?

Right. I need answers.

I have now written two blog entries.  Both featured no spelling mistakes, and were reasonably well punctuated.  Both were commented upon, and I’ve driven up the views to my flickr pages.

Even using the most stringent adherence to ITV’s guidelines, this qualifies me for a spot on Celebrity Love Island.  But so far, the phone has been silent.  Have I even been rung by the Guardian for a witty insight into private armies sequestered in Belize? No.  It can’t be that my unique stance — writing a blog as an insider to the IT industry — isn’t sufficiently novel, so there can only be one explanation; there’s something wrong with society.

There’s only so long l can let this sad state of affairs carry on. Unless I start seeing some serious improvement on behalf of the British public — I think it’s a good starting point if someone were to get up and offer me a seat on the train — then I’m going to have to consider writing a strong letter of complaint to the person in charge. Perhaps to Kofi Annan. Or — better still — David Hasselhoff. Now he’s a man who knows how to get things done.