Blogjammed

I’m a sucker for an enlightening blog: Southern Sudan's Northern Soul Scene; 2,000 Ways With Wasabi; Big Fat Gay Inuit Weddings. The problem with the ultimate form of vanity self-publishing is that too many blogs are just too ruddy wordy. Bookmarked for future reference, are hundreds I’ll never actually find time to read. Blog-jammed, I feel anxious (am I missing The Next Big Thing?) and simultaneously narked (life was a breeze before we got enmeshed in the Web). Self-important food and fashion bloggers are among the worst offenders. I could hunt down, cook and scoff an organic, sustainably sourced, twenty-course Mughal feast faster than it takes some Marina-manqué to describe her ‘unique dinning (sic) experience’ at a Glossop gastro/gastritis-pub’s all-you-can-eat buffet. Pics and captions, not a thesis, are all we need from an alt Emmanuelle Alt to appreciate Lanvin’s new collection. Blog, but blog concisely, you verbose bluggers!