Posted by sean on October 23, 2010 at 9:32 am in Football, Website Stuff with No Comments

Sean’s Stories is closing. That’s right, I am stopping blogging. My blog has no ambition, my site hosts are rip-off merchants and the readers are clueless morons, leaving pointless comments, with no or little relevance to the original post. I want to start posting on Twitter – a social networking site which has a future.

Excuse me, I have a telephone call to take mid-rant.

** 2 minutes later **

Apparently I’m going to be paid £250,000 a week for blogging!

Let me rephrase my original statement.

I love my blog. It is the best blog in the world. The company who kindly host my website are without doubt the greatest organisation on the entire internet and excellent value for money. My readers are some of the most intelligent and sophisticated I have ever come across and their feedback is always gratefully received. I want to carry on blogging on this website for the rest of my life.

The above statement has nothing to do with the recent telephone call I just took from Wayne Rooney’s agent.

I’m off to shag a granny.

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