Monday, April 14, 2008

The Samarkand Of The Home Counties

I seem to have been struck down with the dreaded blogging ennui that everyone else has had already.

There's only one thing for it - I'm off to Wokingham in search of inspiration. Back Thursday. Or earlier, if Wokingham does its job.

10 comments:

Tim Footman said...

Isn't John Redwood the MP for Wokingham?

How about this for inspiration?

Oh noes! I forgot, we are not allowed to use teh YouTubes!

Boz said...

If I can't use YouBoobs, I have no blog. Eeek.

Wokingham - do stay safe, dear lady.

Simes said...

I used to live in Wokingham. There are many pubs there.

Christopher Campbell-Howes said...

Oh goodness - I've just thrown myself back into it. Is blogging now only for those who remember Brian Cant?

(Or PC49, Harris Tweed and Lettice Leafe?)

Annie Rhiannon said...

I had this ennui prematurely about 6 months ago, but I'm feeling fine now and blonkier than ever.

Annie Rhiannon said...

I only found out what the word "ennui" meant during this bout of it, btw. Now I'm using it all the time.

Annie said...

Oh good Lord. It wasn't me, it was Wyndham! Too world-weary for his own good.

BTW, I'm reading a book I think you'd like - Second Lives by Tim Guest, it's very interesting, drop me a line if you fancy it and I'll send it to you when I've finished.

Valerie said...

I had the blog ennui accidentally for a while — I think it was a secondary infection to my glandular fever. I seem to have gotten over it with regards to my knitting blog, but not my 'real' one. Maybe the knitting one is the real one and I just need a dose of Face Reality. Let me know if you find a place that sells that. Maybe they have one in Wokingham.

"Samarkand" reminds me oddly of E. Nesbit's "Psammead." If Wokingham is anything like an E. Nesbit novel, you'll probably get plenty of inspiration. Though you might come back with an insatiable desire to dig giant holes in the garden, or ride the rails, or some such nonsense.

mary said...

I don't know why Annie has only just found out the meaning of 'ennui'.
It was a word I used frequently about her when she was a wretched teenager.
I used to take her to galleries to see all kinds of arty stuff, a look of ennui would cloud her little face, but I persisted. She would then go into school and tell her art master about the stuff she'd seen and he would be quite impressed.
Somehow I think I didn't do too badly with her!

Jayne said...

Aha! I now have a good reason for having a blog with No Entries Ever. It's not 'cause I'm a lazy cow with nothing interesting to say, no sirree. It's because I've been struck down by the dreaded blogging ennui. For ages. Since I started in fact...

Phew.

*goes back to watching Battlestar Galactica*