I woke up this morning (always useful) and wandered into the kitchen to make a brew. My mind was foggy, but one clear thought made it through:
No more platforms.
I nodded to myself.
“Yep. Not joining another blog platform. Or a bloody social media one.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” said the kettle.
“Watch this space. It’s not happening.”
I sat down with my brew and pondered the problem: How was I going to promote my blog?
I wasn’t about to make a reel of me doing something daft. Or worse — a TikTok dance. I’d already got a newsletter up and running. Whether that works is anyone’s guess.
I stared into space for a bit. Space didn’t have any answers. Although it did remind me of some past efforts.
Like the time I tried X and BlueSky. I threw in gags. Puns. Observations. What came back?
People shouting politics at each other in capital letters.
So I tried printing off flyers and sticking them to lampposts. That confused people. They thought I was looking for a missing cat.
I tried shouting through a traffic cone.
I tried whispering compliments to my notebook.
Neither proved effective.
Meanwhile, my other creative output is photography — which lives on Instagram. And that’s how I stumbled into Threads. It seemed quieter. More human. People might actually read.
So here I am.
An old bloke with stories. Often heckled by anthropomorphised furniture and kitchen appliances. The stories are short. Hopefully funny.
So… hello, Threads.
I’ll do my best to entertain.
And ignore the kettle, rolling its eyes and muttering:
“He said he wasn’t joining another one…”