A grave warning
Spare a thought, if you will, for a former colleague of mine, the Pop Cop. Obviously when we chipped away at the coal face of truth at the Scottish Daily Mirror, that wasn't how we knew him.
However, for several years now that's what he has been called as he pounded a cyber beat in search of new music and top tunes. (See what I did there..)
Anyhow, PC Pop built up quite a following, grew in confidence and experience and, basically, committed the best bits of his life to the world of blog.
Then disaster struck and his blog was taken down. In his words: "It feels like I’ve popped out to the shops to buy a loaf of bread and come home to discover the locks on my front door have been changed. However, my possessions are still inside and I want them back before they get torched."
With no warning, Google - owner of Blogger - wiped the Pop Cop's Police Station off the face of the blogosphere. PC Pop was understandable gutted. His story is told here and he's calling for people to write to Google so, at the very least, he can get his content back.
It got me thinking, how would I feel if Bundance vanished in a puff of slightly smelly smoke? It would be awful. The thing has been many things to me in the three and a bit years I've been coming here and I'd hate to lose it.
I'm wondering what the best way to save blogs is and how something that doesn't actually excist in real life can mean so much to me.