Hurrah! As regular readers will know, you can't get rid of me that easily. A bit like a verruca, really. And after 48 solid hours on the blog, I think I've cracked it. Only trouble is, now that I'm back in glorious Technicolor I find myself lost for words!
PS: While I'm getting my breath back, you may care to take a shufti at my old organ.
28 comments:
Oops! I seem to have lost a lot of comments in the process. Bugger.
Congrats on getting most of your blog restored. Just a bit of rest after all your hard work will restore the cleaver quips and overt observations.
I agree with Mary Said.. A short rest & a few snifters, you should be firing on all cylinders again.
'MR X'
Firing on all one cylinder I think.
An accidental loss, inconvenient loss or forced loss of comments?
Good to see the site back to almost sound state!
All three!
BTW, I've noticed some recent accidental/inconvenient/forced losses elsewhere in the Thanet blogosphere recently. Fortunately I grabbed them before they disappeared and have them stashed away here at the old CTM for safekeeping.
Now that you have all your bits and organs in their right places, you might even have a Zen experience of being cyber stalked and quoted elsewhere and on other blogs. I suspect the difference is that one would be crying with laughter working through your threads whilst snores of sleeping bored cyber stalkers can be heard elsewhere.
Oh, do you mean Zzzzzzzen? Maybe I'll pop a link to it on the old sidebar.
It might save whoever the "cyber-stalker" is from having to put great big lumps of it here in my comments.
What a good idea! save me going for a cyber stroll. That said, some of the stuff that keeps popping up from an existentialist direction here and elsewhere does reveal an interesting state of mind.
I have a nice collection of abusive postings from a site that has recently been put in mothballs. I am also keeping them in a very safe place, I don't intend losing evidence saved to disc.
'MR X'
We should meet up and compare notes one day Mr X!
Mr X, how nice to read that others are crawling around sites and copying material for 'evidence'; sounds as if a spate of litigiousness is to be the next chapter following on from the events of last week. Recourse to law would really attract some serious media attention to Thanet's blog life and any litigants involved and could be most interesting. Can't wait for m'luds comments on "yaboo sucks" etc!
Anon 5.06... no better to wait till they are higher---further to fall!!!!!!
'MR X'
Yes, what a splendid idea anon. 5:06pm! I've always loved a good legal drama. And what with the current fad for dramatising court cases, we could buy up the transcripts and premiere 12 Angry Bloggers at the Granville Theatre and Cinem!
Rick? Richard Card aka 'annoying bloke'? Erudite as always. Nice to see grandad with latest grandchild.
Welcome back ECR. Ramsgate needs your daily(ish) wit and repartee.
Onwards and upwards mate!
With Thanetlife in suspension, ECR, your site has become the place to blog by the look of it. Well done for coming back from the ether!
I'm sorry Rick/Irritating Bloke. Much as I love your ramblings I can't allow you to repeat something that has already warranted a threat of litigation from one of the island's erstwhile foremost citizens.
I agree with your sentiments re: libel protection from the NUJ though. That's why I pay my subs!
Richard, couldn't find a side bar to ZZZZZZZZZZZen land so went looking! Its only a small offering to bring back so you might consider me a 'mini' cyber stalker but what is this all about?:
"I really don’t think I should have to suspend this weblog (ZZZen etc) simply because some people don’t like my politics."
I haven't seen a comment anywhere being rude about S. Moores and his one hand tapping. Is it possible that he believes he is still under attack by left wing subversives?
A wonderful quote comes to mind: " Just because your paranoid doesn't mean people out there aren't out to get you".
Dickie, old chap, a bit concerned about removing Rick and your comment about something warranting a threat of litigation. I hope some cyber stalker hasn't copied it already or you might need some advice from me about making yourself scarce for a while!
Lucan
Well I'm not paranoid because I know someone is out to get me!
And thanks for the offer Lord L, but Fat Kev is looking after my security arrangements, so I'll sleep soundly tonight.
" I remember the backs streets of Naples, and two children covered in rags"; a wonderful 60s song by Peter Sarsted? Whats the rest of this verse, it alludes me?
eludes me, 11.56! Tut tut! Don't know the song though!
Lucan
" both fired with a burning ambition to get rid of their lowly born tags, ahhaha aha ahaa"?
Sounds a familiar song, 40 years on still.
I loved the line "with your carefully designed topless swimsuit, you get an even suntan on your arms, on your legs ahahaha "
THe full works:
WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY
26/02/1969 - 4 weeks at #1 - 16 weeks on chart
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
It's all gone a bit na-na-na-nas around here. Still, we've all met those Marie-Claire types in Churchills, haven't we?
Thanks, Tony. I can get the lyrics right now! I hope ECR wont mind me copying your post; what with a rash of cyber stalkers and threats of litigation blowing in the wind, he might be sensitive about me copying it. That reminds me " How many times must a cannonball fire, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind... la la la.....
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