Well, I've done it. I've hacked back my blogroll by about half. There was a method of sorts. If a site hadn't been updated for a few months; or if I hadn't visited for the same length of time; or if the joke had gone stale; it was taken round the back and put out of its misery.
Highly unscientific, of course. Just as I was about to dump K-Punk for example, Charles Frith sent me this, which (despite slagging off Paul Morley) still reminds me why the site ended up on my roll in the first place:
All of UK culture tends to the condition of the clip show, in which talking heads – including, of course, Morley - are paid to say what dimwit posh producers have decided that the audience already thinks over footage of what everyone has already seen.
So if you're peeved at your removal, please contact me through the usual channels, and I'll probably make some banal excuse about a slip of the mouse, and you'll know I'm lying and I'll know you know I'm lying and I'll reinstate you and honour will be satisfied and everything's lovely again.
And sorry about all this self-referential meandering in recent weeks. The next post will be about old pop music, secretive Japanese writers, dead Frenchmen who look like Scottish comedians. Something like that.