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Knowing your punters November 23, 2005

Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
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Sorry, that’s a rather pompous title for a post, even in polari. But, let’s face it, we do this blogging thang to get read and for a drop of feedback. I plod away, writing about whatever enters my head and no doubt guided by what I read on other blogs. Oh bugger, I think. Should I be writing something about Merkel (finally) being appointed Chancellor yesterday? A big day for Germany and all that. An Ossi. A woman. Or what about Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf becoming Africa’s first elected female leader? All major stuff (and I’m chuffed to bollocks she beat the footballer). Or new Israeli elections? Or cuddly old President Ahmadinejad having a spot of bother with that cumbersome old Majlis? Well, I’ll leave that to the big boys. Because what gets them clicking is a good old plug on a blog a lot more popular than my own (and rightly so). I occasionally have a look at StatCounter – ok, yes, obsessively, about every three minutes – so can see that I normally only have one reader per millennium whereas now, after Mark’s plug, I’ve got ’em rolling in the aisles, begging for more, eating out of my hand etc. etc. (OK, not quite, but…) So does this mean you should tailor things to what you think folk might possibly want to read (or plug)? Perhaps so. But it’s so hard to know what that is, and there seems no predicting it. I remember the only time in my life I brought the house down was when I once at some tree-hugging, vegan, save-the-gay-whale – to (more or less) quote my blogging benefactor – conference-type thing made an utterly unfunny-to-me joke about tugging Britain a couple of thousand miles south to get some better weather. Absolute, hollering laughter. Tears on cheeks. Slaps on back and oh-that-was-a-good-ones all round. Mystifying. But a politician I ain’t. A getting-on-for-middle-age queen I am. So perhaps I should stick to what I know (with a bit of Belarus still for good measure). Expect stories on Lukashenka’s fantabulosa riah and bona lallies from now on.

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1. Mark Holland - November 24, 2005

Be true to yourself and if people like you they’ll keeping coming back and reading. I’ve found commenting on other blogs is the best way to make people know you’re out there. If they and their visitors like what you’ve written there then there’s a chance they’ll follow your link. Plus people like to know your reading and like to reciprocate.

I’m not sure you can plan for popularity anyway. My most popular in terms of hits ever post was knocked up with me sat on my bed reading the Sun’s TV listings. Brian Micklethwait at Samizdata picked up on section Eric the Unread picked up on another, plenty of other blogs picked up on them and the visitors came pouring in from across the spectrum. I didn’t plan for it, I was just on a roll at that particular moment and people liked it.

When I first noticed you it was back in February when you’d linked from another post full of doubt and worry. Who’s this misery I thought, cheer up you old bugger. In time you did get your gander up and you’ve been pleasuring me ever since. Carry on I say.

Talking of wanting a good laugh, this is magnificent.

2. BiB - October 15, 2006

Mark, thank you for such warming words. Yes, I think I belatedly realised misery doesn’t read well! And, yes, you never know what’s going to be popular or not. I am always pleasantly (and sometimes unpleasantly) surprised by reactions to the oddest of things. A quick off-the-cuff post might get reactions galore, while a laboured-over and thought-out one doesn’t make even the slightest ripple. All a mystery.

3. Heterosexualitätsbewältigung « BiB - December 25, 2006

[…] I reminded myself with talk of tree-hugging, vegan, save-the-gay-whale conference type things of a German friend I had in London at the time whom I met through this organisation. I had a hundred German friends in London, because Germans seemed to pop up everywhere. My university specialised in things eastern European so it perhaps wasn’t surprising that Germans turned up in fairly large numbers there. (I remember an Ossi insisting on talking to a Wessi in English as he claimed she wouldn’t possibly understand his soul/language/bollocks.) My boyfriend of the time worked for a German firm and had a gaggle of German pals. And then there just simply are lots of Germans in London, so one would meet them here and there. […]


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