When blogs used to be cool

Blogs used to be all the rage. I had one back in 2006 when they were cool. We used to meet up in shifty looking abandoned warehouses in East London with the drinks sponsored by tech companies that would barely make it to an age old enough to start looking for nurseries. These shindigs were mostly populated by odd misfits such as myself and esteemed journalists and communication specialists who already knew each other. It was a very social media.

I would write all sorts of terrible things on my blog, just farting my thoughts onto the screen without any thought for the consequence or consideration that anyone would be reading. Mostly no one did, in fact. Occasionally I got myself in trouble. But it was useful to go through all of that before it became a bigger issue in the age of Twitter – I’m just the sort of person who would make an ill-advised joke and jump on a plane while it rattled about the fibre cables of the world gathering a massively increasing ball of misinterpretation behind it.

Somehow we’ve come full circle from those heady days of exploring the expanding opportunities of the information superhighway. When I first had a website people called it the ‘world wide web’ and they gave out URLs on the telly with a miasma of colons and forward slashes that hip young things would act out, like a sort of techy macarena. And now blogs are socially acceptable again. So I’m writing one. Hello.