Heck, what on earth is going on? Who are all these people? Where did they all come from?
As if it wasn't bad enough to wake up to find myself under Ed Vaizey (so to speak), I now find myself trampled underfoot by a whole host of other people I don't know.
There is, I think, a very real danger that the original indigenous inhabitants of this blog site (that's me, you fools), may well feel that their culture and values are being 'swamped' (if my memory serves me right) by the sudden arrival of all these incomers.
All I ask is that they respect the traditions and customs of the people who were here first.
Quite what they are, I don't know, but I'm sure I can think of something.
Not starting proper names of things with a lower case letter (that's you, iSoft), or randomly adding capital letters on the middle of words (thank you, EastEnders), perhaps. Wearing leisure clothes for non-leisure activities. Brown shoes worn with a blue suit.
I could go on (and, some might tell you, frequently do).