Waiting at the wrong station

On the London Underground, there are a stack of disused stations. Some of them quite exciting places to be; lonely, echoing, yet exiting in their own way. As I'm given to overblown prose, I'd like to say that you've arrived at one such station. I moved my blog nearly three years ago, but never mentioned it here. Since then, over 1500 visitors have been here; and found the place empty and abandoned. The new blog is Lord Devotea's Tea Spouts. It's newer and shiny, and if the analogy holds us, sees a reasonable amount of traffic. Look around here by all means, but over the last three years I've become far more ranty. So head over there. You'll enjoy it, or your money back. (All $0.00 of it.)