Actually, why do I blog at all?
I have four answers, and they overlap.
1. Because I can. I enjoy writing. Sometimes other people seem to enjoy it too, even to the point of paying me money. I gives me pleasure, and I can do it while sipping wine at my local pub. Unlike masturbation.
When I’m writing for pleasure I tend to produce observational essays like Saturday Night at The Duke and Burnt out sofa, burnt out life, or satire like The Inaugural Paul Neil Milne Johnstone Award goes to….
I usually write this material because some vivid observation kicked it off and, after a not-too-long gap, I found a spare hour or two to record the words.