Well...that was about me...and your point was? Everything is son tape/disc/smish and flish.....

Mabe one day yu will reach that age and we all will be glad and we won't make statements about your health or demeanor...............

Thats a good recruitment drive Umust............Loooking for conscripts......? You guys are on a role here..........

Then again..you still drink me.........love it or leave it........

Hi there Ding Dong, top of the morning to ya, it's good to have you aboard.

By now you should be able to see the Karma applaud/smite section on the left hand side of your page - just under your name and your current Karma rating. Click on the appropriate button if you feel particularly motivated to do so when you read someone's guilded prose (or otherwise.) You can only use it once per hour for any one particular author but you can click as many times as you wish to award Karma points to different posters. If you see someone reply to you and they include the phrase K2U it means they liked your post so much they have just give a Karma point to you...

It's all supposed to be a bit of fun really - not an accurate reflection of an individual's standing within our little online extended family - although if you find yourself dropping to minus 300 points overnight you might seriously want to think about changing your brand of mouthwash.... Beware though, some people do appear to take it more seriously than others... and of course there is one member, the deeply delectable and seriously curvaceous 'Reality', who really does merit each and every single one of her twenty-six thousand Karma points......    is it me or did it just get hotter in here or what?

So, enjoy! But whatever you do don't smite Rummy - he bites and he doesn't take prisoners!

BTW, is the land of the bog-trotters still as green and wet as it ever was? So many middle-aged, bachelor farmers with their big red noses and welly boots swigging back the Caffrey's in the pub at lunchtime whilst setting the world to rights... just like Hammersmith on a Friday night!


SevenT

Whenever the unemployment/emigration rate goes over 50%, silly wabbit! :-)

Noel

    Well, Seven T, thanks for the intel there on the smiting and the karmic cycle. You axe me if Ireland's still in the Angela's Ashes gin-blossomed rain soaked turnip-gnawing thing, well ... you know something, it doesn't really rain over here like it used to do. I moved here six years back. Talked a bunch of Irish folks in Bermuda, older folks, before I did. I was expecting the weather to be shite. Heck, I like it. It does rain a lot but it's usually brief, misty rain. Winters aren't freezing, just dark. Summertime, it ain't too hot, the sun goes down at like ten thirty at night ... an Irish summer can be better than a Bermudian summer. ('Cept when it pisses with rain for weeks, heh heh.)
     Someone else pointed out that I was a nut-job for grousing about being surrounded by water in Bermuda. It's a fair cop. But yeesh ... I remember passing through the middle of damned nowhere, Arizona I think, desert dusk, trains in the distance and all that stuff Johnny Cash likes. Just off Bermuda I was and man had I been yearning for the wide open spaces. (Maybe it was Van Horn, Texas. A nowhere little berg.) Well, we were having some drinks, wherever it was, and one of the young locals got choked up over how isolated and lonesome it was out there in whatever behind-god's-back town that was ... trapped in this town, you foreigners don't get it ...
     But you can drive on the ground, man! All you need's some wheels and a tank of gas! Even Kansas, hell, gobble some minithins and hit the road, a day or two you'll be around different forms of corn! See, I never did learn how to use the sea. Maybe if I was the sailing type, Bermuda wouldn't have that clink of cold iron to it. But when you're surrounded by water ... hell, if "28 Days Later" became true, I guess Bermuda would be safe.
     Ireland's a nice size for an island.
    One day my novels will make me rich. I'll get to jump between over here and over there. My family will become Irish Bermudian hybrids of some yet undreamt type. In the meantime, there's black seal ... which, incidentally, you can't find in the stores over here, curse it. So maybe I should cut back. But it's tasty, and, after all, rumour has it that it causes throat cancer.
     Fascinating bunch here. I've been going back over the Tigga Archives. I truly suspect a collossal prank. But then some other stuff says that's Laverne Furbert's kid. Perhaps, perhaps. You know, the Buddhists would call such a person a teacher in disguise. Or maybe they would have melted him down for glue. But here in computer space ... these questions remain to tantalise us ... in short: yes.

Welcome & karma to you Bell. I'm looking forward to hearing more from you.

And karma to Seven T for the outrageous flattery, I must be feeling easy this evening