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There I was trying to forget the WSOP is underway but the eight thousand odd players in the $10,000 championship event somehow created 10,000+ of those new albeit arduously repetitive creations, the blog, an evidentially addictive tool for those suffering from first-degree narcissism.

My point is… who is interested? Just ask yourself how many people hang around to watch the final table of any tournament? Nil, zip, zilch unless they are desperate to catch a glance of their mug on an obscure satellite station at some unearthly time of the morning.

In the main, these ‘blogs’ are specimens of the written word in its most unattractive form. Nonsense punctuated only, and regularly, by the words ‘I’ and ‘me’.

I beg you, sit me down before a box set DVD collection of Countdown or force me to watch all 11 series of Dallas before making me endure another ‘blog’. And, if you do, keep me away from blunt, heavy, even rusty instruments as I may attempt to remove my head.

Let’s make it perfectly clear, if I have not already, if I had a six year old who came home from school clutching a piece of lined A4 with such self-absorbed scribblings he would be sent directly to bed without as much as a slice of burnt toast for supper.