The Portuguese aren’t like the English – if you ask an Englishman how they are very rarely will you get more than a ‘fine thanks and you?’
If you ask a Portuguesa how things are going – be prepared for an onslaught of news ranging from recent and current ailments, problems with the goats and why you shouldn’t eat/wear/sit on/touch or put your finger in any number of random items…
Bloggings a bit like that – I feel that most people don’t really want to hear about the bruise on my left buttock or the fact that when I turn my head to the right my eye twitches. ‘I had a shit day at the office dear’ and ‘no I couldn’t get an erection’ are definitely off the menu (I actually had an OK day at the orifice and as for the erection – well it’s been so long it may as well have dropped off – apart from the obvious inconvenience urinating without one I might not even notice).
Anyway the point being deciding the fine line between depressing drudgery and wry humour is obviously an art form that many people are grappling with in blogland (and in general conversation) so if you don’t have anything interesting to say or you can’t think of a scintillating way of delivering it then the most English course of action is to smile benignly and just shut up.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I didn’t surf today.