Blogging's a bit like Big School isn't it? I'm thinking of "Big School" in the olden times when inkwells were filled with Quink by an Ink Monitor and 11 year olds were allowed to fiddle with Gas Taps and electric shock machines.
Being a relative newcomer to the blogosphere I feel like the New Boy who has just moved into the area and has to join 2B halfway through the second term by which time most of the social hierarchy has been set in stone. Most school friendships always seemed to jiggle into place like one of those coin sorting machines in those brief first few weeks of term when everyone is on the same footing. It must be true that even proximity to other pupils by alphabetical surname will affect those early friendships - "Arse stop playing with Armpitt!". Once the sporty types and the intellectual groups have all "picked up teams" anyone coming in as a newcomer will feel like Jeremy Clarkson at a Cycling convention.
Which is the fascinating thing about blogging. Every blog has a little list of blog chums and they all interlace in a complex three dimensional network of Venn bubbles, no two being the same and each network branch linking off into infinity. We're all merely 6 degrees of blog link separation from each other.
I've been at a car boot sale all morning standing in a muddy misty field talking bollocks about a load of rubbish. Can you tell?