A periodic salute to those who came here to visit by courtesy of my friends the Googles. They do a splendid job.
Just two to report this time:
avoid going out
This is not advice I would be party to. Where you go and what you do when there, provided that it does not harm others, is fine by me. If you are worried about bumping into me, there is little chance of our meeting. I seldom mix with the populace these days - celebrity is a difficult burden. I mostly stay here and spread love and wisdom via the internet.
what happened next
My guess is that you typed other questions into the search engine that were equally unlikely to result in your being satisfied. Have you tried "where did I put my keys", "what did you just say", "does this colour suit me". You are, what those of us who work in the proximity of IT call, 'technoplegic'.
17 comments:
'avoid going out' now maybe that's advice I should have taken because I swear I saw Tom in the flesh today skulking around the wilds of Wiltshire - or maybe he really has a dopelganger - I didn't like to say hello though because he was surrounded by fawning women 6 or 7 deep and I don't know the correct way to address a celebrity or a dopelganger
::gasp:: Tom? MY Tommy??
Say it ain't so....
I fear it was really him Pam - the green knitted waistcoat and the style with which he wore it, gave him away - that and the screaming hordes of women desparate just to touch him preventing the rest of us getting anywhere near the tea tent!
Yes, you're right. It does sound like my ever-popular Tommy.
Alas, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold onto him for long. He's got too much testosterone.
I have found "Hey, Shithead", the appropriate greeting for the gentleman in question.
Vicus! I'm dismayed.
"Dopelganger". Quite.
Help, the spelling police are here!
Ziggi, I was there too! Why didn't you come and talk to me. Anyway, if you see me at the Wiltshire Mark clinic, which I highly recommend you go to, I will be greatly offended if you don't introduce yourself to me.
As for the hordes of women Pammy, it's quality not quantity that interests me babe, you should know that.
Vicus, my dear friend, how I long to hear your sweet greeting again, you worn out old fucker.
For fuck sake, not only is he using my web journal to chat up bored housewives, but now using it to arrange assignations with them.
He better be careful, or I shall be forced to print the truth about him.
Please don't do that Vicus. In the interests of the general public it is best that some things are left unsaid.
Anyway God knows, if war is unleashed between us it could get mighty unpleasant for everyone.
I think you meant mightily.
No, I meant 'mighty'. That's how I say it now.
Well don't expect me to act as interpreter for you with all these deranged women who seem to think that there is something worthwhile about you.
I don't understand what any of you are talking about.
My comment verification thingy is fckff.
bored and deranged - oh Vicus you charmer xx
Sharon. Do you think anyone here has any idea about what they or anyone else is talking about? You've been away too long.
Ziggi. Some of us ooze charm don't we?
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