Your favourite Blog moment from our first year...
The Blog will be a year old on Friday - and I'm curious about what it has come to mean to you.
An annoying interruption to the smooth running of PM? Something informative...amusing...or both? Maybe you've made friends through the Blog, or organised armed robberies.
What does it mean to you - and do you have a favourite moment?
(Oh and have a look at - we're doing it on the programme tonight. I would have done a seperate posting but I am trying to keep the figures down this week...)
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Froggers always have to go one better:
I too am working on an anniversary project (among other things I'm a publisher).
Please, those of you who love the Frog, and who know Fifi enough to trust me, can you please send an email via the weblink attached to my name above, and I'll tell you more!
No obligation, and your privacy (as always) is guaranteed.
Look forward to hearing from you ... including lots who have dropped off the radar.
;o) Fifi
My favourite Blog moment was the very warm welcome I received when I first ventured onto The Beach. I knew at once I had come to the right place.
Getting a comment or two from the Frog read out on the programme is pretty cool too!
I think the most rewarding aspect is the kind of direct interaction the Frog allows - kudos to PM for being brave enough to even thinking of having a place such as The Glass Box for direct feedback on each days programme. However, you do sometimes slip into justifying your decision, rather than engaging with the Frogger over why they felt you'd made the wrong call and attempting to understand their point. But that's human nature I suppose.
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Actually my fondest memory is of first straying on here during the Windows On Your World thing in December. I'd only just started listening to PM and was so delighted to find such a friendly blog (having lurked and posted on others and come across some very bitter, narrow minded and generally nasty people).
There's a very different spirit and style here; very welcoming and very open yet no one is afraid to voice an opinion. Debate is (generally) civil, informed and two way; true discussions take place and I have found my view points to be challenged and sometimes changed (even if I haven't taken an active part).
Favourite moments...having posts read out on air (how vain!), having posts responded to, the general interaction between the programme and the froggers.
Community may be an over used word but that seems to be the one that fits.
My favourite moment was caused by the blog but actually happened when I was sitting in my car at traffic lights.
I had been puzzled by why Aunt Dahlia was apparently being rude to Aperitif in a discussion on the Beach. I think it was the following day, that I worked out what she really meant when she asked Aperitif, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e not an oily prat, are you?鈥 I burst out laughing and could hardly drive forward when the lights turned green. I got a few strange looks from other drivers!
Should I really trust a lying Scotsman? (1)
Then again, can you trust the author of the forthcoming blockbuster, "A Tale of Two Hernias"?
Damn - how did you find out about the armed robbery?
Favourite moment? Have you just done this to tease Sir Tedward? You know how I hate listing favourites.....I've had many a snorting moment when whatever I was eating/drinking at the time came down my nose and ended up all over the pc screen, too many to mention (cop out alert) But then I've also had many more when I haven't been able to see the screen for tears of another sort - whether froggers being supportive to each other or, thank you, to me.
Oh wait, talking of vanity Witchi, I was SO-O excited the day I logged on and found a thread called Valery P (previous nom de frog)!
But how could I miss out on how full of trepidation-but-joy I was on the day we had a Froggers' Meet? and of course the moment when a certain gentleman phoned up Lissa-with-an-a for a chat.......I didn't really say how exciting it was to hear his voice that day did I? d'oh, as if it makes any difference hearing it on the phone instead of coming over the airwaves at 5pm?
Dash it all I should be working, but that's what it's all about, this darn Blog - it's so addictive :o)
I think my best blog moment was probably when I finally realised that the people offering to get chocolate and share walnut whips did not actually work at adjacent desks in the same office and were all quite mad. My kind of madness, and it's been eating up far too much of my time ever since!
Anyone for a Tunnock's caramel wafer?
Allof the above and the blog makes me smile a lot.Brace yourself.Used to really love BH,It has taken me until this week to think that eddie mair may have been the presenter.D,oh dosen't even begin.
Eddie, looks like whatever it was you wanted us to look at has been removed from the ether. You'll have to explain on air instead.
... and if the malicious posting warning wasn't so keen to slow us down you'd probably have reached 50,000 six months ago.....
Anne P @7, they went and added soya to the Tunnock's Caramel Wafers, and now if I eat them I get purple itchy patches on my wrists. Otherwise I would take you up on your kind offer.
As far as I'm concerned this frog hasn't been all that life-changing. It's simply one of the pleasanter places to visit via computer, being as how most of its denizens are [a] mad in the right way [b] able to follow a reasoned argument [c] prepared to admit that their pet theories may be subject to discussion rather than simply accepted without argument. The ones who don't fit those criteria can be ignored, and eventually I expect they wander away to be rude about us-all somewhere else where their views get accepted rather than looked at thoughtfully with a chilly light of reason playing about them...
There have been occasional newsgroups and such that have been as good, and have had equally informed and interesting people on them, but all too often they get soured by one or two people being concertedly nasty for too long, so that the interesting ones get fed up and leave. UK Media Radio Archers for instance was a fine place for a long time, until three of the best early and likeable posters there died and one or two new and thoroughly unpleasant people began to dominate the group. A few of the people who had been happy there got quite badly hurt, which was a shame.
Let's hope that doesn't happen here for a good long time!
That's a hard question...the Blog is exceedingly varied, from the Furrowed Brow, to what's going on at the mo, as we race towards 50k!!!!
Where-else can I offer to feed 45 people Rainbow Trout, potato wedges and salad for tea on the beach???!!!
And where else would people unmet, offer and welcome gratefully kindnesses in words? (()).
I have been listening to PM for *years* and having the Glass Box on the blog offers a forum for discussion about what was on the programme that day.
And as the editors reply on the blog, it creates the impression that the whole team care about what we the listeners think. Sometimes we all concur, sometimes we respectfully disagree, but all the views are heard and read. This is appreciated.
It is quite hard to recall the last twelve months issues and pluck one thread - so I won't, I will admire the measured and patient 'tone' in which everything is discussed!
Personally, probably because of my sense of humour, my own favourite moments are from the Beach: the song and the beach conga!!
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Anne P (5) You are S鈩 accurate.
Anne P (9) you're right. Gosh!
My previous post re Anne P should have referred to No. 9. But who knows what it'll be by the time this appears?
This is an attempt at correction, but will probably be intercepted by the Malice Squad.
With a doubt, my favourite moment was when Andy Crawhatever .
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...wots a blog?
..seriously though, to me it means....
news,
information,
help,
humour,
ideas,
fun,
discovery,
imagination,
but above all.........meeting 'Froggers' who are like minded and up for a game of anything at a moments notice....
The PM Blog, best thing since sliced bread...oh and the prog is not bad either.
DIY
Gah!
WithOUT a doubt! And then there's the lost thread
And the froggers' song...la!
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I liked this:
At 11:10 AM on 13 Nov 2006, BreakingNews wrote:
There was uproar today at the weekly meeting of Dayone Island Council with Councillors being harangued from the public gallery. The unrest centred on the debate concerning the Council鈥檚 attempt to have an eviction order and notice of trespass served on the residents of Dayone Beach.
The heated discussion saw many interruptions from the Public Gallery where beach residents and their supporters had gathered. They listened with increasing impatience as various councillors aired their concerns about recent activities on Dayone. Ivor Grype addressed Council on behalf of the Save Our Dayone Inheritance Trust. 鈥淪ODIT again鈥 said Ivor, 鈥渞eiterates our objection to the continuing presence of the itinerants on Dayone Beach. If Council wants support in furthering this eviction order then I say SODIT 鈥 we鈥檙e here for you!鈥
The eviction order application was vociferously challenged by individuals from the Public Gallery. Mr Ed Iglehart and Ms MaryMary were invited onto the Council floor to put the case for the itinerant beach community. Mr Iglehart eloquently described a 鈥渃aring and sharing community of free-thinking individuals who frequented the beach to discuss current affairs topics in an honest, open and constructive manner abhorring the usual self-aggrandisement that obtains at other fora.鈥
He was supported in this by MaryMary 鈥淨uite contrary to recent reports we are not a load of all-night partying beach bums. Some of us go to bed quite early.鈥
The passionate debate continued for some 3 hours before Council Chairman, Sir Blustering Manner, put the motion to the vote. Councillors voted overwhelmingly to proceed with the eviction application.
Matters then came to head when one of the protestors, later identified as a Ms Valery Pedant was bodily carried from the chamber by Council Ushers after she scaled down from the public gallery. Before eviction, the largely incoherent Ms Pedant launched a tirade of abuse at Sir Blustering Manner. Ms Pedant accused the Chairman of being a stupid and pompous old ****鈥
Before she was wrestled to the ground, Ms Pedant showered the council chamber with postcards, shouting: 鈥淎ny chance of a reply within a fortnight you old s?鈥
In a later development the 大象传媒 adjusted its stance in regard to the residents on Dayone Beach. It has retracted its earlier statement which held that it accepted 鈥渘o responsibility for the actions of people who have no connection with the Corporation." It now appears that there are strong links between the beach residents and the corporation.
In a complete volte face the 大象传媒 now accepts that the Dayone residents are indeed in receipt of daily newsletters from the corporation and that Mr Eddie Mair a full time employee of the Corporation has visited the island beach and been in daily correspondence with some of the residents.
It is our understanding that:
-The Corporation gives its full backing to the community in their fight to continue their residence on the beach.
-Mr Mair had in fact encouraged the residents to join him on Dayone as early as 17th August 2006.
-Mr Mair will support and indeed fund any challenge to the eviction order facing the beach residents.
Summarising the 大象传媒鈥檚 new stance spokesperson Helen Earth said, 鈥淭he stated mission of the 大象传媒 is to 鈥渋nform, educate and entertain.鈥 We believe that this is what the combined contribution of the PM programme and the blog supported by the Dayone Beach residents is attempting to achieve. 鈥
Meanwhile it is understood that the Dayone Nature Conservancy Board has dropped their investigation into the 鈥淥yster Bay鈥 dump on Dayone Beach. Our sources intimate that negotiations with a Mrs Trellis have resulted in an agreement to remove the perceived hazard to the loggerhead turtles. The question of import duty on the said wine has been referred to Dayone Douane.
Coincidentally the Conservancy Board has today launched an appeal for help in tracking down a rarely sighted visitor to the Dayone Island. Publicity Officer, Preston Firmlie, explained the Board's request: 鈥漌e have heard reports of the occasional sighting of a silver-fox. These reports suggest that the creature is timid and makes occasional but brief forays into the open. We would welcome advice of any sightings and especially any photographic evidence - still or video.鈥
My favorite moment was at "the gathering" when Lissa had phoned Eddie and had him on speakerphone and passed it to Aperitif. To say she was overcome is an understatement. I'll not mention that she asked how to put it on speakerphone when it already clearly was!
I quite enjoyed sharing my explosive soup making earlier in the year...
Namaste
It seems the "Lost Thread" is getting repopulated
Salaam/Shalom/Shanthi/Dorood
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Getting advice on earache was a high point for me (middle of the night on a beach!). I was almost tempted to ask for advice on being asked to look after the neighbour's cat given that I know nothing at all about cats and was probably the worst choice of feline carer on the planet.
Some of the discussion threads have been really good and well informed. We seem to remain fairly troll free.
By the way, food is disappearing although I haven't actually seen the neighbour's cat since Friday. I'm assuming that this is either a very good sign and that the creature is alive and well or a very bad sign and I'm merely feeding the neighbourhood strays! Jo, if you're reading this - don't panic, it's all under control!
Thank you to those who have been replying to me as well, via email etc.
And apologies for smothering the entire blog in copies of the same message!
I'm really hoping to draw in a few who've fallen by the wayside ... remember Perky? HelenSparkles? Mrs Naughtie? John Cooper? Whiskeyjoe? Anna Rex ... as well as those who've stuck with it from the start, and the newer arrivals.
It sure beats doing my REAL work, which is what I should be doing today....!
Fifi ;oD
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I've quoted this before and I do again without apology. It's a few lines by another frogger describing their thoughts on the blog and goes way back to the early months. I thought at the time that it summed the blog up so well.
鈥 It's like having a bunch of intelligent, friendly, opinionated but (usually) gentle colleagues and friends around - one moves from the serious to the random to the important to the trivial and around again. The pleasure's in the mixture.鈥
I think it still does.
Anne P. (7) - you mean you're not actually even in the same building? What am I going to do with all these Tunnock's teacakes and caramel wafers that I picked up from Uddingston?
Karen,
Perhaps you're feeding the neighbourhood rats?
;-)
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All the you can handle
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UptheTrossachs (25) wrote:
What am I going to do with all these Tunnock's teacakes and caramel wafers that I picked up from Uddingston?
(mournful look)
(bats long eyelashes)
(eyes wide like limpid cesspools)
(swallows)
Ed (26) CAT UPDATE
Cat has appeared (still don't know its name) and tried to instill a sense of guilt in me for getting delayed at work and consequently delaying dinner. Cat failed.
Cat and I have now agreed that cat needs me more than I need it as it cannot chew its way through a pouch of food and requires my assistance to open it. Some disgruntled mewing as I left but it's still alive. I now have to face a new challenge and get it some more dry food fishy things as it seems to have finished the whole box off.
My very supportive boss said that entrusting me with a cat was like "asking Hannibal Lecter to babysit". I think that's slightly unfair. I've managed 3 days now!!
Firedrake (28) : You're doing a very fine impression of a camel, my lad. You need to get down to the Beach!
Karen (29) : You will never win a battle of wills with a cat. But you can win its respect simply by being the custodian of the wonderful pouches. Sounds like you're doing just fine!
I see on another thread that we have passed 49,000!
Fifi ;o)
For me, the most thrilling moments on the blog came whenever it stepped up a gear:
1. The dayone Beach was colonised as an escape from the stresses of everyday living
2. The PM Extra site grew out of a wish to preserve the history of the blog
3. The Furrowed Brow evolved from a need for somewhere to go and be serious about random topics rather than topical threads
4. The froggers created - and recorded - a song, to be revealed very soon (but which currently can be heard via PM Extra)
5. The first gathering of froggers in the Real World happened, with contributions from absent friends including Eddie Mair (who??)
6. Froggers won PM a Gold Sony
7. Various individuals have formed off-lilypad support groups for froggers in need, and hugs (((frugs))) are commonplace - one only has to ask!
....I'll stop there. You get the idea.
(((frugs))) to all froggers!
Fifi ;o)
Favourite moment? Got to be the get-together, hasn't it? But Eddie's photo's from the train are (not) worth remembering too :-)
One spin-off Fifi forgot:
The hijacking of the Cransley Hotel webcam and chat by froggers :)
-oOo-
But my personal favourites:
1) The moderators have been daft enough to let every one of my posts through (even though most of them contain nothing but random drivel)
2) Reading the DayOne archive and discovering the prehistory of The Beach - and how over the course of just one day it went from nothing to something virtually identical to the present weekly incarnations. And all because of a hiccup in the blog software.
3) Frog games: initially the SB game - founded because of the variable moderation delay (FYI, this post SB32); and now several different simultaneous ones to keep us entertained in the race to 50,000.
4) Not exactly a specific moment, but taking part and rapidly feeling 'at home' with the community of froggers - even to the extent of joking over multiple postings (often caused by fake error messages) and moderation delays, as well as putting up with the random drivel I routinely post :)
For me it was the run up to Christmas. Starting with the Window on the world and seeing other people's cosy homes cooking lovely food in their beautiful kitchens, then having the advent calendar, and an email from Eddie about my contribution with finally my contribution(s) being part of the calendar!
Then we had Christmas Day on the blog which was lovely.
I haven't had much time this year to contribute to the blog but I do lurk and read when I can.
And when my Dad died people here were so lovely.
There's so much more.
Mary
oh, and this, (I don't know who started it)
PUSH!
I'm one of those Radio 4 people - it needs a very poor programme for me to switch it off. That doesn't mean I am undiscriminating, though. Eddie has always been a favourite, for all the reasons that we know so well. The consolation when he was sacked from BH was that he could give PM his full attention. But it is the Blog that has really enhanced the listening experience for me. The Glass Box, in particular, has made me listen to the programme in a different way - thinking about its structure, the balance of stories, the contribution of guests and the success (or otherwise, sorry) of the presenters in delivering the stories of the day.
It is inevitable that vanity dictates that my highlights include: having my views in the Glass Box taken seriously by the editors; having the occasional contribution read out; and having my postcard displayed. But, though I seldom contribute there, I enjoy the silliness and supportive atmosphere of the beach and I like being able to engage in serious but well-mannered argument with intelligent contributors.
But I think Windows on Your World was the best because it showed our diversity and our togetherness on an otherwise ordinary December afternoon.
What does the Blog mean to me?
It's an outlet for my inherent madness, and somewhere where it doesn't appear out of place. It's the only place in the world where I meet people who are as batty as I like to be, yet where we can be deadly serious when we want, and it doesn't appear out of place. It is, in a word, 'friendly'.
Thinking back I quite liked the whole advent calendar thing too. I never found my WOYW picture but that was a truly unique experience.
Favourite audio - torn between Paddy and Eddie recording a trail and the Parma Ham one.
But loads of other things too - would the world be blue, would Sequin put up a glass box, was Eddie on the right train to Any Questions? And the unpredictability of whether you'd log on and it would be today or September...
For surreal idiocy and challenging wit, the meanderings of dear Cammelia, Lady Dromedary are unforgettable. As the Hice is in recess at present, we haven't heard from her for a while.
I think its been summed up but there is a definite ego lift the first time something you contribute is used either on air or in the blog. No such luck with my comments being put on air but I can hope, but to get a picture used as a blog posting is great fun. I suppose to know that there are folk out there with a similar look on life and the fact that that wierdness appears to be normal :-)
*** U R G E N T ***
Please will all the regular froggers
(those which blog a few times a week - and have been with us for a while) email Fifi or myself by Wednesday morning latest!
email address is:-
jonnie at cransley dot com
The at is (@)and the dot is (.)
You do not need to write anything apart from your blog name and please put PM Frogger in the subject line.
Please do it - you won't regret it - and your email address will be treated confidentially and only shared with Fifi.
Thank You!
--- Oh and I liked the train blog - and the advent calendar - and the beach ..... etc ... and I believe the idea of the Glassbox was a brainwave :-)
Eddie is all this blogging good for you I wonder? I notice diodualelectronic disfunctionalisation could be a problem with simulated annealing when dealing with flexible modalities. Sound like gibberish Eddie? You would be dead right. But did you know that this sort of meaningless rubbish is similar to some fictional computer-speak recently submitted as a paper to a world conference on the machines.
And the made up nonsense was accepted as a paper on a "non-reviewed" basis 鈥 in other words it was so ridiculous no one could understand it, so it must be OK.
It's probably not a popular thing to say but I have been programmed to dislike computers intensely and everything that surrounds them and their technology. I would be much happier typing this on my trusty Royal typewriter.
I believe computers are not an incredible piece of progress. I think they have cost thousands of jobs, creating other mindless occupations involving screen-gazing and 'blogging' whatever that is.
I do not know many of the legion people known today as computer programmers, but those I have met I think could bore for Britain. I also believe they are creating a generation of introverts who are uncomfortable with flesh and blood. One of the images I dislike most is that of a child, alone and gazing raptly at inane images on a bedroom machine, or even worse locked into their own world in a living room full of people. I am convinced computers bring few if any boons.
OK you can cross something out and start again easier than you could with a typewriter or a fountain pen, but that only means you have to concentrate less.
Later this month I will have the good fortune to spend four days looking after my three grandchildren and I have banned my son, their father, from bringing to my house the electronic trappings that are part of their life and the lives of millions of other children.
I intend to introduce them to snakes and ladders, ludo (my machine insists that should read 'lido'), draughts, chess, walks in the wood, picnics and other what to me are normal activities.
The new fangled computer age is today totally portable and, if I understand it correctly, even phones now have computers. A pal of mine has found an interesting way of combating the train chatterers who insist on sitting opposite you and talking in a completely directionless and ridiculous way on such portable menaces. He starts reading his book out loud opposite them and it does seem to work.
Before I wrote this I had to glance through a string of e-mail computer messages, only made bearable because computer experts in this building intercept the less palatable ones on my behalf. I think we should be very careful about becoming a total computer world and creating generations of young people who would be helpless without the machines, if they are not already.
There's too many highlights to pick just one! First, there's Eddie's accidental starting of the blog a day early (how apt!). Then the pointless postcards from autumn (including getting one on there myself). After that, there's the Beach (particularly the original Day One Beach), and the realisation that things could get silly but still be a source of interesting discussion as well. Then there was Window On Your World (I'm still surprised at the number of people who managed to be in the car already at 5pm!) and the Advent Calender.
Finally, there's the sense of community that exists here. People who a year ago didn't know each other (from across the globe) have created a network of friends always ready to help with a kind word, electronic hugs, etc. Quite an achievement for a blog that promised to be a waste of time!
The blog. LMAO! :-)
I'd vote for the Eddie/Paddy audio link as my favourite one, but they are all brilliant.
The Blog doesn't interrupt my listening to the programme - it's rather the other way round. Though sometimes I'm so immersed in the Blog that, although the programme is blaring in my right ear, it all goes over my head. Now, that could be a worry for Eddie and the PM Team!
(to be continued)
We regular froggers have certainly made friends through the Blog, and the wonderful party earlier in the year underlined that point. And, when we allow it to, it can be a great support at times of stress.
to be continued ...
I think a BIG mention needs to be made of Jonnie, whose superinfectious superenthusiastic support mechanisms have added several very interesting dimensions to the experience.
A very memorable moment: Being taken on a tour of Simon's dollshouse. Although that didn't happen on the Blog, it happened because of the Blog.
Oh, and Simon. There's another thing. Simon of the Shiny Hair, and who has allowed Jonnie to express his inner child.
There's more, there's more, but I'll save it for further postings.
Eddie - I'm afraid another sign of advance age is rearing its ugly head. I am beginning to find myself increasingly amenable to what can only be described as a "potter" in the garden.
I looked up "potter" in my handy pocket dictionary and it describes the word thus: "to busy oneself with small jobs" or "to dawdle". Now, for many years, dawdling may have been an accurate description of my activities in the garden, so perhaps I'm not as new to pottering as I thought. However, those years of "wasting time" and "moving slowly" (that's the same dictionary's definition of "dawdle" by the way) have now most certainly been replaced by a regular spot of general busying.
The garden, Chez Arthur, is suddenly starting to look a good bit better for it, as well 鈥 if you discount the grass which is still full of moss, clover and dandelions. I fear I may have been the architect of my own misfortune in that direction, having for many years kept the grass so short that the weeds were quickly able to take control.
They've never looked in any danger, either, as my pottering has so far not extended to a box of weedkiller. It has, however, included a sudden rush to buy lots of colourful border plants.
I have increasingly found myself on my knees with a trowel and a plant 鈥 a ritual that is followed soon afterwards by standing back and admiring my efforts with a little sigh and a contented smile. This is a very dangerous state of affairs to find oneself in. This surely means that all pretence to youth is draining away.
Still, before my body fades away completely, I have taken on one or two more laborious jobs in the garden 鈥 you might even call them dangerous, bearing in mind my lack of skill in the subject.
Mrs B, for instance, now has a lovely flagstone path upon which to nimbly tread while hanging out the washing. She blagged the stones about six months ago but, apart from the first two, she had to wait until a fortnight ago for me to actually lay them 鈥 with the help, it has to be said, of daughter number one who proved a dab hand at rolling back turf as I hacked at it with a spade.
On Monday, thoughts turned to the bushes at the side of the house which have long since overgrown the footpath 鈥 no doubt causing pram pushers to curse every time they pass. For a couple of years, when I knew I should be getting on with it, it has simply looked too big a task.
But on Monday it took about an hour's hard graft.
I can't claim all the credit 鈥 more by luck than design it became a family effort with me, Mrs B and daughters one and two finding ourselves joined at work by my brother-in-law, my niece, nephew 鈥 and even Kirsty from over the road.
We looked like one of those American Amish communities 鈥 minus the funny garb 鈥 as we collectively hacked and gathered. Still it was all to the benefit of Chez Arthur which now has lovely trimmed bushes along the side and a footpath fit for a Queen or, at the very least, Mrs B (which is actually more important).
Jack (41):
do not know many of the legion people known today as computer programmers, but those I have met I think could bore for Britain.
Thanks. ;o)
I also believe they are creating a generation of introverts who are uncomfortable with flesh and blood.
Seriously, I think you have this the wrong way round. There were plenty of bookish, shy, borderline Aspergers children & adults before computers became popular. I was one of them.
I still get panicky in a crowd of people, I'm very uncomfortable going to pubs or similar places, but I have a lot of very good friends whom I have never physically met, thanks to the communications ability of computers.
Also, for a clumsy lad who couldn't paint, sculpt or anything along those lines, the ability to create programs, tools or even whole worlds in games opened up new vistas of creativity for me.
One of the images I dislike most is that of a child, alone and gazing raptly at inane images on a bedroom machine, or even worse locked into their own world in a living room full of people.
Would you feel the same if "machine" was replaced with "book" in that paragraph? Because that would have been me as a child, and still is.
I remember Eddie describing the very early blog and beach. ''i shouldn't bother'' I think he said. We did, sooner or later!
Pompously, I LOVE doing and seeing my silly straplines. Comments read out- cosy glows!
It's amazing how the froggers become soooooo familiar-all individuals. I'm also in awe of the intellectual input of so many great people.The university of the blog - anyone can graduate here...
But I don't like the way n-n does those little upside down L things beecause I can't.....
Mollyxx
For me the best moment was reading RJD at 39. One was not aware one's presents was missed ( thats 2 freebies for ValP)
One is currently writing ones biography, full glorious unexpurgated and unbowdlerised snippets may appear here to boost sales. Or my ego. Or reinflate my flabby hump.
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And as for silver-fox..........!:-)
Being extremely nervous about meeting other Froggers then realising that they were just as *normal* as me after all....
Cammelia, Lady Dromedary (51) - I trust that you have secured a sizeable advance for the work. Good of you to drop in and give us an update.
Will it be one hefty tome or will you tease your audience by releasing it in instalments?
Will it cover the events at Al Isma'illyah?
Will there be photographs?
Will you finally reveal how Sandy Maddocks made the bread van disappear?
I'm still only a lurker but every lunch time the newsletter prompts a visit to the blog and cheers up my day.
Memorable moment - It was the Beach - not that I go there often but idea summed up what the blog is about - almost anything can happen.
Hello lurker (55)! I often hope there are many more lurkers out there than we realise. Otherwise it feels like we are quite a small band of froggers. Perhaps our anniversary should prompt all lurkers to post just once to let us know they are there before submerging once more beneath the anonymous waters of cyberspace - unless they can be persuaded to stay, of course.
(just for molly)
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On my keyboard, they are *way* over on the left, up near the 1, and only when you hold down shift and press `
But, if you havent found it, try this: 'Alt+0172 '
meaning hold down 'alt' key and at the same time type 0172
You should get a 卢
[i have put a link to a website with *tons* of these!!!!]
Best wishes
n-n
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Getting back to the title of this thread, my favourite blog moment was realising that Radio 4 presenters (Eddie and Carolyn both) were really human... and also daft as brushes.
Erhem
RJD - I was rather thinking of a series of tomes. About 7, released annually.
From what I can remember, NOTHING will cover the events as Al Isma'illyah........ now those were the days!
and as for Sandy, the only clue I will give you for now is to ask you to remember what yeast does when warm. Then remember just how warm it was that glorious June day, or did you mean the time when he forgot to drop the bridies off?
O yes there will be photographs. and I have the negatives....
And while we're on the ego trip the blog provides, it's not often you get to invent new words and people - I claim 'bloggage', the young Macallan our beach lifeguard and the purple hammock for my own. I think I may also have been one (but possibly not the only one) to suggest naming the bar for the much missed Nick Clarke.
Do others want to own up to their creations?
Anne P - I remember the young Macallan - can I not claim a part of it by saying that I remember asking if the 18-year old has his parents' permssion to be on the beach, or something along those lines?
Cat (49),
Well said!
xx
ed
Ah, Lady Dromedary
I'm disappointed to learn that I will not be acquainted with all the detail of Al Isma'illyah. The second hand account that I have will remain second-rate. As for warm yeast I have some knowledge of its potency but I await your recounting (will it be tome three or four?) with some degree of anticipation.
And warm June - Oh! How I remember that warm June! But Sandy Maddocks forgetting the bridies? I think you are mistaken! The Countryman reported a full attendance and more than a three gross bag. Unless you suggest that the bags were suspect.
As to the photographs - I am amenable - but my resources are limited.
Right said Fred
Give a shout to Charlie
Up comes Charlie from the floor below
After straining
Heaving and complaining
We was getting nowhere -
And so we had a cup of tea....
Lady Dromedary and RJD we'll have the non initiates all confused by these references to bridies. One of my favourite stories was of the young English wife new to Scotland who served them up with custard thinking they were apple tarts.
And yes, RJD, I do believe you're right about the young Macallan my apologies for trying to keep him to myself (but he is rather gorgeous y'know).
There was nothing gross about those bags, I aired and flattened them myself, and all without electricity too.
And as for the Countryman, he has no reason to speak of that day in any terms other than sorrow at the loss of innocence of a young camel. Mind you, my eyes are my best feature, to think he used to call me thalomopsy!
You bring back such vivid memories I think I may be on to a tener, or a tenor, although I prefer baritones - lower, lower....
Lady Dromedary - Much nicer than tometropsy I think. And is not loss of innocence countered by the discovery of mature fulfilment? And no baritone I fear - I'm much more bass or perhaps base.
Anne P - Whatever happened to young Macallan? I haven't seen him in months.
Lady C - but did you see a few of your relatives on Location 3, this evening? Oh but they were gorgeous specimens and were being kept for their racing capabilities. So when can we expect them down on the Beach? When the Beach is accessible without a 10 minute wait perhaps?
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