meish dot org: life, unfolding

The roundabout opposite our house has suddenly sprouted a big sign opposite each entrance: Sponsor this Roundabout: ukroundabouts.com. I’m very tempted. I’d kind of like to have big sign opposite the house saying “This roundabout is brought to you by the number 6, the letter Q and Meg”

Dan Hon has been blogging for simply ages, and is one of the stalwarts of the ukblogging community. He used to run the Daily Doozer, but then he went away for a bit (doing top secret things in London) and when he came back he had magically transformed into the exceedingly slick and lovely extenuating circumstances. Trouble is, people seem to have forgotten what a charming, witty, educated, devilishly handsome chap he is. Oh, and he blogs like a madman, too.

In short: Go here. Now. (and tell him I sent you)

Excellent list of >English words which can be made out of hexadecimal characters and which represent colours from the web palette”>hexy words from Marcia over at [clog]. I especially like #FACADE and #DEC0DE. Geeky things like that amuse me.

Sorry, but pickle is absolutely positively not a substitute for marmite. Jeez.

I adore my friends. Just had the most enjoyable evening with a handful of people that I would go potty without. Chris and Kate, Iain and Zoe, Iain and I pottered off to Casa Frattini (possibly my favourite restaurant) for enormous pasta, bossy waiting staff, free flowing wine and the best Tiramisu on Chepstow Road. Sounds very This Life or Cold Feet and I suppose weirdly it kind of is.

We grow older, we form alliances, we lose our tolerance to booze. But still we enjoy good food and wine and company, even if we are six squashed around a table patently for four, with elbows in each other’s pasta and constant cries of “whose wine is this?” I would go mad without these moments.

Things I have derived enormous pleasure from in the last 24 hours

• hummus
• a phone call
• a four-way AIM conversation
• a kit-kat chunky
• html
• a smile
• my bed
• my mini radio
• an icepack
• a challenge

There seems to be a bit of confusion – the ukbloggers aren’t being secretive and cliquey: announcements and details of past and future ukblogmeets go out on the ukbloggers mailing list, which anyone can sign up for*. Hope to see many more at the next meet.

*(anyone, that is, who has a weblog in the UK…Hang on, is that being cliquey too? Shit. Better start a mailing list for all webloggers, and all the people in the UK. No, wait, that’s pretty exclusive, too. What if you live in Europe? What about a mailing list for Europe? Western Hemisphere? But what about people in Azerbaijan? Do they count? Oh, sod it – how about a mailing list for everyone with an email address? Would that be inclusive enough? No, damn, that excludes people without access to technology. Um…what about erecting a giant tannoy on the moon that just shouts at the world, loudly and constantly? That would include everyone automatically – and best of all, they wouldn’t even need to sign up…) ;o)

Are you attached? In this Sunday’s Observer, I go head to head in print with journo Andrew Collins about BBC2′s dotcom drama. (I’m particularly chuffed that I managed to squeeze in a reference to my favourite dotcom metaphor, the underpant gnomes)

One of my dearest friends last night confided in another friend, sotto voce that what I really really needed was to find myself a sexually mature heterosexual, and stop hanging out with a) cute gay men and b) interesting but vague men. What can I say? I’m well aware of that.

Bloke on the bus sat next to me, with the world’s most irritating and repetitive cough. It went on for hours and hours. I don’t know how it felt to him, but it sure as hell bugged the shit outta me.

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