That's 100 posts.
I've enjoyed it. I was kind of hoping the humans that read this, and my small but dedicated band of followers (I love all four of you) have got something from my musings.
Criticism is always, well, not welcome, but closer to "welcome" than "unwanted" or "likely to provoke a fiery response". I'm usually reasonably thick-skinned, so if you want me to post on something else, or tell me I have no idea what I am on about, please do.
So here I am, end of the century. It's nothing special.
Blur - Parklife, 1994