Monday, 24 August 2009
I can't think of a name for this blog.
I thought I'd had a eureka moment last night, when I came up with The Diary of a Nobody. Because my starting point for this blog is eh, who's interested in my gibberings? Which is exactly what George Grossmith wrote a hundred odd years ago, in Charles Pooter's fictional diary.
"Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see — because I do not happen to be a 'Somebody' — why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth."
(Seriously, this stuff is gold. Read his diaries transcribed as a blog, here. It fills my heart with joy that somebody is actually uploading this on a daily basis. Oh my god, I've just noticed you can get daily Pooter tweets on Twitter too! Follow pooter2009. God, I love the modern world.)
My fabulous mother was reading The Diary of a Nobody in hospital when she had yours truly. And Pooter lived in Tufnell Park, just as I do now. But hopefully the similarity ends there.
Unfortunately, someone already has a blog named Sketch Diary of a Nobody which is a bit too similar. And they live in Archway, so internet shit might get real and they might come and get me.
I also like Strawberry Letter 23, after the Shuggie Otis song, but I'm not sure about that. It sounds a bit twee.
(Illustration from Diary of a Nobody by Weedon Grossmith. What an ace name Weedon is!)