Last night I wrote the best blog post ever written

Last night I wrote the best blog post ever written.

It was so good that Damien Mulley dedicated an entire post of fluffy links to it, a whole page of links all linking to my post. He then retired the ‘fluffy’ tag, never again to be used.

So hilariously satirical that Twenty Major fell to his knees and swore he could never blog again.

John Waters dedicated a whole month to writing columns denouncing it.

The Irish Independent copied and pasted it over an entire issue of the newspaper. It sold millions.

So interesting that Rick O Shea dedicated an entire show to just discussing it, and had to promise to get back to it another day, such was the feedback.

So utterly fascinating that Roy told no other stories to his taxi clientelle that night but mine.

The Chancer spent 3 weeks opining and inquiring about it, then gave up.

So life changing it made Grandad throw his pipe out and shave off his beard.

So inspiring it made Bock drive to Dublin and give Bertie a huge hug.

The blog post ended with some beats.

Unmistakeable beats.

De – de – dedededededededede – de – de – de – de

A synthesiser fades in…

The magical tones of the best single ever released, New Order’s Blue Monday.

Blue Monday, which also happens to be the alarm on my phone every morning.

Bollocks.