Happy birthday to meeeee

…all right, not to me, but to Glad All Over, which has reached the stately age of four today. My birthday, in case you were wondering, is in August, and I like jewels, boots, detective stories, flowers and kitchen implements. If you can’t wait till August, I believe it’s nearly Valentine’s Day.

Glad All Over sort of started off as a blog about football, but now it’s more or less a blog about nothing, or if you prefer, a blog about everything (except theatre, because I write about that elsewhere, occasionally). I try to write impassioned, well-argued pieces on language and design and travel and food and music, but the posts which get the highest traffic are invariably about baby baboons or a swimming pool I’ve never been to. I’m not sure how I should feel about the fact that, in general, the fewer words a post has, the more views it gets. Perhaps I am more of a visual person.

As it happens, 2011 saw Glad All Over’s highest ever traffic, and 2012 has gotten off to a belter of a start, so thank you ever so much for reading, and if there’s anything in particular you would like me to write about, do please let me know. I will write about everything except for rugby, about which the only thing I can tell you is that it’s a highly technical game played by warriors (© the beloved).