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Now I've enjoyed writing in this blog as much as the next person would, had they been me and liked writing (?), but fact remains not many people read what I write on a regular basis.

I read it for sure. In fact, I read my posts every now and again and usually find them to my liking, which I suppose is a good thing. And then there's a small number of people that tend to follow some of my posts every now and again, and even leave the odd comment. Which is also good.

But what about regular readers? On a more permanent basis, perhaps? Is there a reason why this doesn't happen?

Yep.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again: What I write about is just not that interesting (except the random Pingu videos).

This became perfectly clear this morning when I saw I'd received a comment from V and clicked on her blog, V's Bolivian Diary, which is just So Damn Interesting (SDI, from now on a copyrighted acronym) and so well written. I found myself reading through the posts at the same speed as I would read a good book (fast enough to make me regret buying books as I don't feel I get enough reading time for my money, for those of you unaware of my reading habits).

I'm very impressed, not to mention jealous of V's amazing experience.

But hey, I've got Jabba!

No words are needed

Hey Bobby Marley

Early morning in Scotland, some time in Spring.

















It's cloudy and cold, and the fog is slowly covering everything under it's grey blanket, trying to hold on to that sleepy dawn feeling, when the world hovers between the land of Morpheas and the land of the living. Sheep and cows have only just started grazing in the green fields, and the first crows of the day sweep low above the fields in search of breakfast.

















And on the A92 road to St Andrews, an old car is driving along around the speed limit, the little sunroof open to let the morning breeze in, spreading The Word of Bob through the sleepy towns of Fife in Scotland.

"No woman no cryyyyy..."

The Greek driving has his sunglasses on, a big smile on his face and is singing at the top of his lungs, joining his voice with the timeless Jamaican singing about the good and bad things in life. And Scotland warms up around them, just this little bit...