There are many reasons for a man to disappear, or at least go very quiet. Reggie Perrin had his reasons, as did Lord Lucan. Brian Wilson went a bit mad, while everything gone downhill for Mike Ashley after he decided to do away with both the reclusive and the multi-millionaire bits of his description when he brought Newcastle United. I've not purchased the Toon Army. Neither have I taken control of Exeter City. But it's fair to say that football has played a reasonable part in the slight silence on here over the last couple of weeks.
This isn't to say that I've got obsessed to the point of installing 15 TVs in my house obsessively detailing how Scunthorpe United profit from their use of long throw-ins. In fact, it may come as a surprise if I say that I'm usually not too bothered if other events clash with any given game. Football can be put to one side.
But not now, not at this current point in time. It's the business end of the season, you see, and there are so many twists and turns and then double-twists and then turns that aren't so much turns as slight bends in the road that, nonetheless, still have an impact on the league.
In short, football is currently just too exciting. The Premier League is actually, for once, reasonably interesting. The Championship still has plenty of surprises. Ligue 1 and the Bundesliga make me wish I lived on the continent. Burton may just bottle it. And, of course, Exeter City can still gain their second successive promotion in as many years if they beat Rotherham away next week.
If you're one of those who enjoy reading my ill-thought out analysis on the state of the media than you may want to blame Exeter that it'll take a week longer to get back to normal service. You see, all of this could have been avoided today if we'd just beaten bloody Morecambe at home, rather than freeze for the first 45 minutes and only manage a 2-2 draw.
Had Exeter won, there would have no doubt been eulogies on here before I wound down the football excitement and started posting stuff that actually interests people. Instead, I'm still wound tighter than a watchspring ahead of next week's trip from St Pancras to Up North (it's all up north from Exeter, really). And then, if we balls it up at the Don Valley Athletic Stadium, then we've got the playoffs to come. Christ on a bike and all that.
The best you can hope for in that case, is that Exeter end up playing Dagenham, which is an easy journey for me, and means I can still get home long before the last tube and still have time for fish and chips before Match of the Day. Marvellous.
You probably don't really need to know any of this. You don't need to know that I have at least a dozen posts in my draft folder that probably won't get written until the end of the season for League Two clubs.
Unless you're planning on emailing me with important stuff, you don't need to know that I'm mostly replying to people saying: "Sounds great, but I'll have to wait until after the football." And you also don't really need to know that I should really apologise to the lovely people at BT MyPlace who sent me a load of stuff that I took a glance and liked a lot at before firing off an email saying: "Yes, this looks ace, I'll almost definitely write something about it," before getting distracted on an article on Boca Juniors and River Plate, or something similar.
And now I feel I should apologise again because I'm writing this long, rather pointless apology rather than writing about their service, which I quite like, and linking it into wider social media trends and no doubt throwing in an arbitrary quote from, say, Mark Twain, just because I can.
That's the problem with us bloggers. We're so damn unreliable.
So, yes, apologies to people waiting for anything that isn't football on here. I'll get back to writing about exiting new trends in PR and social media. I would add journalism to that list as well, but it's got enough problems as it is without needing the added pressure of exciting new trends.
Anyway, this is a rather lengthy, rambling way of saying an awful lot when I don't have anything much to say at all, other than being able to discuss the not-so-finer points of Exeter's 2-2 draw with Morecambe, and you probably don't want to read about that here.
Normal service will be resumed soon. In the meantime I'm off to read about the Eredivise.