THAT’S the proportion of people who start blogs and then abandon them, according to a report out this week. Some two and a half million have written only one post before disappearing into cyberspace. How pathetic is that? But I’m not much better, having penned only two in two months. I must make a more determined effort. It is, after all, the only writing I do, having abandoned the writing class I joined briefly when I first came north. I joined one in Whitley Bay about 30 years ago. There was a retired engineer with a huge portfolio at his side. “How long have you been writing?” I enquired, in a spirit of new-girl friendliness. “Oh, I don’t write,” he said loftily, “I paint.” Well that explained the portfolio if not his presence. There was only one question: what, precisely, did he paint? “Renoirs mostly,” he said, and added with a triumphant smile:”I paint them, sign them, frame them, put them on the wall and do you know what? Nobody knows the difference.” Hmmm – the seaside semi might be a bit of a clue. . .