The first time I heard the term 'blogging' was during the BBC programme Have I Got News For You - it must have been about nine or ten years ago (when Angus Deayton still looked like a bright young thing). Paul Merton (on the right in the photo for all you non-Brits) was talking about weblogs and Ian Hislop - in his usual semi-sneery but very funny way - repeated the word incredulously 'weblogs...blogging you say...who would want to read the thoughts of ordinary people over the internet' ? Obviously I'm paraphrasing here because I can't recall the exact words Hislop used, but you get the idea. I'm sure Hislop also said words to the effect of 'it'll never catch on' but maybe he didn't. If he didn't then he should have, because it was the sort of thing that he would say.
When I find an interesting-looking blog obviously the first thing I do is read the latest entry then, if my interest is piqued, I check out the profile and - again if interest is maintained - I go to the first few entries that the blogger ever made. A blogger's first few posts usually contains so much personal information, maybe things that they should not even be divulging and, basically, as a rather curious person (okay then, just bloody nosy), I like to know loads. Discretion usually creeps in after the blogger's nearest and dearest has had a read, then a rant -'why on earth did you put this?'- and a more detached viewpoint is then followed. Having said that, some of the blogs I read contain such personal and intimate details that sometimes I really worry for them.
I'm quite a secretive blogger. I seldom say much* about my truly personal life. I'd rather read about yours.
*having said that, I do cover subjects like my father's death and my 18 day stint in hospital which I reckon could be classed as truly personal, not to mention my taste in footwear.