Game of two halves

This could get ugly folks!

Firstly, in truth, should ugliness be purely a measure of aesthetic pleasantness, this blog could not get any uglier at all. I do like the well defined writing space, but the background screams brothel.

It looks dated and cheap.

I must confess, I used to read this blog in the past. I checked it out regularly up until a few months ago, when suddenly the posting stopped.

Back then, it was good, very good. Kat is one very ballsy bird.

She speaks, and you listen, or you back the fuck away.

She has written deeply personal and tough posts that make you really feel just how pissed off she is, make you hiss at the injustices in life, and make you a little warm inside to know she's had a good day.

Honest, and sad.

She can easily observe the simple things, and rasie a smile.

Contrived or not, there's something in her that makes you listen, you want her to win, and you want her to continue to be as good a read as the potential teases you with.

The first few months of the blog are tremendous. Kat had demons to slay, ghosts to lay to rest, and she did it in style. She was the Buffy of the blog world.

Then, she stopped. After the break, it seems the bite is gone, (despite one well timed return to form) and it falls flat.

Filler posts, and a few half hearted attempts, I know you are so much better than that.

Was it good before the break because she wrote effortlessly and now is feeling pressure to write? or is it because she concentrated more on it in the past and now doesn't put in the effort?

I don't know, all I know is something got lost along the way. Or simply, and understandably, maybe she has exorcised all the ghosts she needed to.

I suspect she'll come here and bark at me, I would expect no less from this fiesty pair of balls in heels, but I hope she saves her efforts for getting back on track.

The ghost of this blog deserves a fist full of stars, but past reputation alone isn't enough, I'd really like to see you spark off again, find your mojo, your bollocks, draw on that cigarette and flick the ace of diamonds across the poker table at us all.

For your first dozen or so posts alone, you get these:

In an attempt to jump start you and in the hope you'll burn those brothel curtains you call a background: