msbehavin
23-10-2009, 01:31
here she is again... :D
I blame a certain SF old timer who has passed on some Personal Good News to another SF old timer who then passed on the News to me. So I had to come and find her, so now I might as well hang around a bit and see what kind of a state the old place is in. :suspect:
I didn't mean to lose touch, it just sort of happened. I mean, I'd become positively reclusive here in my lighthouse on a solitary rock out in the ocean. Life was simple. Just me, trusty old dog and some chickens (not easy to keep in a lighthouse, but do bear with me). I'd changed my name, my identity and everything but my knickers (who needs clean knickers when you live alone? saves on the laundry) and thought I'd left the big city behind for good. Maybe you can take the girl out of Sheffield but...etc etc.
Life has been hard at times since I moved away from Shefftropolis to a place where the water tastes like Sheaf Valley Baths and everyone tells you something like they're asking you a question? They don't understand my humour and have been known to take offence at my razor-like Northern wit, the wusses. They don't know what a bread cake is and have never known the sheer, exotic pleasure of unscrewing the sexy black cap off the top of a bottle of new Hendo's and sniffing it's delicious contents. Their local paper is worse than The Star and I never thought I'd hear myself saying that!:help:
So gather round all ye great and good folk and fill me in on what's been happening since the Summer of 2008. Don't all talk at once, start with the juicy bits and then filter down to the boring stuff like who the new mods are until my quench is thirsted and I am replete of knowledge.
I'm getting tired now so will go to bed. And catch you another day. Anyone know how to turn this bl@@dy great big light off? :roll:
I blame a certain SF old timer who has passed on some Personal Good News to another SF old timer who then passed on the News to me. So I had to come and find her, so now I might as well hang around a bit and see what kind of a state the old place is in. :suspect:
I didn't mean to lose touch, it just sort of happened. I mean, I'd become positively reclusive here in my lighthouse on a solitary rock out in the ocean. Life was simple. Just me, trusty old dog and some chickens (not easy to keep in a lighthouse, but do bear with me). I'd changed my name, my identity and everything but my knickers (who needs clean knickers when you live alone? saves on the laundry) and thought I'd left the big city behind for good. Maybe you can take the girl out of Sheffield but...etc etc.
Life has been hard at times since I moved away from Shefftropolis to a place where the water tastes like Sheaf Valley Baths and everyone tells you something like they're asking you a question? They don't understand my humour and have been known to take offence at my razor-like Northern wit, the wusses. They don't know what a bread cake is and have never known the sheer, exotic pleasure of unscrewing the sexy black cap off the top of a bottle of new Hendo's and sniffing it's delicious contents. Their local paper is worse than The Star and I never thought I'd hear myself saying that!:help:
So gather round all ye great and good folk and fill me in on what's been happening since the Summer of 2008. Don't all talk at once, start with the juicy bits and then filter down to the boring stuff like who the new mods are until my quench is thirsted and I am replete of knowledge.
I'm getting tired now so will go to bed. And catch you another day. Anyone know how to turn this bl@@dy great big light off? :roll: