Good old Elton. I think this probably is my last post on this blog, unless something extraordinary and thoroughly worth sharing happens in the next five days as I am heading home on Saturday.
I just wanted to clear a few things up (well one actually). I only spotted the spelling mistake in the title a month or so after I started writing, but by that time pride dictated that it remained as is, as it has and will (apparently you spell Orientiering - 'Orienteering', but hey).
There are few more self-congratulatory ways to communicate with the outside world than the public weblog (blog) which is why I have enjoyed writing it, and seeing that at least a gentle trickle of people have been reading it most gratifying, and kind on their part. People would look at you strangely if you were to write open letters to your family in the newspaper but somehow in the perverse world of the internet this has become commonplace and it has become acceptable to 'self-publish' material that should have been consigned to the waste paper basket years ago. What it has done is made me feel a little closer to home, and people thereabouts who can know what I have been up to whenever they want to.
I just wanted to clear a few things up (well one actually). I only spotted the spelling mistake in the title a month or so after I started writing, but by that time pride dictated that it remained as is, as it has and will (apparently you spell Orientiering - 'Orienteering', but hey).
There are few more self-congratulatory ways to communicate with the outside world than the public weblog (blog) which is why I have enjoyed writing it, and seeing that at least a gentle trickle of people have been reading it most gratifying, and kind on their part. People would look at you strangely if you were to write open letters to your family in the newspaper but somehow in the perverse world of the internet this has become commonplace and it has become acceptable to 'self-publish' material that should have been consigned to the waste paper basket years ago. What it has done is made me feel a little closer to home, and people thereabouts who can know what I have been up to whenever they want to.
Fortunately for the world's forests my rambling communique's have not been printed by many (if any), although I intend to leave it standing online as a scrawl in the electric nothingness of the 21st century lest my relationships with memory, and indeed with Arabic, deteriorate even further. For now and to steal the words of Whinnie the Pooh, "Good-bye-and-thank-you-for-a-nice-time."
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