(A post in which I prove I could be a motivational speaker. Or a salesperson.)
So yeah, after those last comments, why don't we have a party sometime for all the English speaking bloggers we know in the neighbourhood? Well, maybe not a party. We might be safer starting with dinner. You know, in case some of us are really dull. Or creepy. Or an axe murderer. Actually, let's do lunch. Then we have the added bonus of daylight.
Seriously - France, the Netherlands, Germany, Belgium - all pretty close together. How about we meet in the middle? (Did you see how cunningly the middle of all that is Belgium?) Anyone interested, leave a comment or send me an email. Yes, I'm looking at YOU! Don't be shy - it'd be fun. We could decide where exactly when we see who wants to come, and make it about as far for everyone.
You think this is a bad idea, right? We have a good thing going, why spoil it? Do we really want to put faces to the fake names? Are we ready to be infected with each other's swine flu? Also - compared to the walk to your desk, the journey would be a lot longer.
I'm terrified about this. I like to hide behind my blog. But really, people in other countries seem to enjoy this kind of thing. They don't tend to die of embarrassment or boredom or disappointment or an axe stroke. And you are all lovely. At least in writing you are. ;-) Okay, must stop scaring you all now. What do you think?
(And those of you not geographically close, have you met bloggers in real life? Did you have good or bad experiences? Do you think we shouldn't spoil the mystery? Really. I want to know. Badly. Urgently. Before it's too late.)
See, I could totally sell a blind man binoculars.