It's Not For Me.

This Feedjit thingymejig. It's a load of bollocks really.
It's that little counter to your right. Innocuous looking thing. But very bad indeed for the Self Esteem.
Live Traffic Feed, it says. Yer wot?
Food for Traffic? Little men with baskets offering Light Refreshments?
Nope. It is the Annihilation of the Human Spirit. That's what it is.
You stare at that little counter and see that London has just arrived. That's you.
Well, you think, I know that I have arrived. Because I am Here.
But then someone from Kentucky arrives.
Ooh! You think...
Kentucky leaves.
Commentless.
In comes Colchester.
Leaves.
Commentless.
And so it goes on. People from all over the damned world arrive.
And leave.
And arrive.
And leave.
Commentless.
Now you all know that I Never Count Comments.
But get this...
Frome, Somerset arrived and left.
Dartford, Kent arrived and left.
Ramsgate, Kent arrived and left.
Bamberg, Bayern arrived and left.
Manchester arrived and left.
Montana, Quebec, Massachusetts, Alabama, Bronx, New York, and my personal favourite, Toowoomba, Queensland, all arrived. And Left.
Yup.
Commentless.
Oh, yes, and bloody Benidorm.
Think am going to put Feedjit where the Sun don't Shine.
It's rather like going to a Party and seeing lots of people and they all Look Resolutely Ahead rather than come up and say Hiiiii!
(But will quietly keep it there for another day or so.
Just to look at occasionally.
Not that I am looking really.
Or counting.)
Right.
Might just have a little peep at Feedjit.
Oh! Shhhh! Somerset is here.
Be Very Very Quiet, and they might leave a Comment. They might become a Follower! They might...
Grrrrrr. Left.
Gone. Without a trace.
Heavy Sigh.
Oh, well. Better get some food on the table. You will be glad to hear that lunch today is not Filthy. Just old and out of Freezer. What my brother calls Recycling.
Its the Snow, you know. Any excuse.