I must be getting more successful; I’m receiving more spam. Seven spam comments today… and the award for top spam comment of the week goes to the following, from ‘buyapplespares.com’, who noted: ‘Very interesting post. Made curious me.’ Mm… jolly good, then. Usually spam comments nowadays seem to go for a rather bland appreciative statement, designed to make you think this might actually be a genuine reader: comments such as ‘you have compiled some awesome information here’, or ‘I have been looking for these informatics for a long time. Very brilliant!’ You sense that these people’s first language may not be English…
Rather a rushed post this morning as I have to charge off and lead Explorers: we are doing ‘feeling left out’ today. This is a subject close to my heart as when I was young I never knew what was going on, probably because I had drifted off and wasn’t listening – but also because I just didn’t Get It: I inhabited my own world as a child, and this world rarely overlapped with what others were pleased to call the real one. In some ways I kinda wish I’d been home educated – except that it would have been my mother who educated me at home, and that would not have been good: one of the positive aspects of school was getting out of the house and seeing my friends. I was remembering Susan this morning, my best friend at school. I’m not sure why we were friends as she was generally very rude and critical and in the end I ditched her, but she did introduce me to Al Stewart. I commented that I got him mixed up with Al Greene: ‘You’d better not do that at our youth club,’ she retorted. ‘People get very annoyed if you mix up Al Stewart and Al Greene.’ I gulped. These youth club people must be very scary, I surmised. People in general were very scary to me at that age; I was painfully shy and found it extremely hard to talk to anyone. In fact alcohol was for me quite liberating and I probably wouldn’t have made half the social contacts I did, without it.
Speaking of which, last night was very enjoyable; a trip to The Salmon beer festival with Peter and Andy. The landlord was a great character and our trip to Bateman’s brewery in Lincolnshire was recalled. The brewery was held together with bits of string…
As am I this morning.
Let’s hope I don’t unravel.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 