You may be wondering why this blog is called The Clogs of Doom. Well, quite simply it's because all the more obviously appropriate names I could think of were taken, and so I was driven in desperation to entering random strings of text which somehow emerged from my subconscious mind. So this is why, dear reader, you are not now reading The Badgers of Mars or Satan's Hammock.
I thought it better to explain this in case you are a particular enthusiast for clogs, or else of an unusually pessimistic disposition. I have no opinions worth noting on the subject of wooden footwear and I don't intend this blog to be especially gloomy. Rather I will be commenting on things which are happening in my life and things that are happening in the world around me, hopefully with humour at least some of the time.
Unless of course that becomes too boring, in which case I may write about clogs.
There used to be a clog factory near Hebden Bridge but I think it gas closed down... Random I know, but true!
ReplyDeleteWell it closed down... Nothing to do with any complications with the gas though... That was a typo!
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