I'd tell you why I didn't participate in the "A to Z", but I can't be arsed. However, perhaps ironically, I've done my best to support those involved. So I guess I was slightly arsed.
"C" is for "Cheese." I love cheese. The stronger, the stinkier, the better. Cheese so smelly, so ripe, that just the aroma wafting up, heading directly for your nose, is enough to singe your nostril hairs.
I suppose, based on the above paragraph, you might assume that I would be sitting in the cynical bloggers section of Blog Air. Me cynical? Never! Me sarcastic? Never been sarcastic in my life, ever!
No, this shy and humble blogger on this unassuming site, will be down in the cargo hold. Down there with the exotic animals, an iguana named Fred, a kiwi named Marvin and a couple of bloggers who do nothing but blog about cats. Help me!