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I'm B-A-A-A-C-K !
Posted Dec 27, 2017
Pheeuww!
So glad to be back!
I got locked out, confused and excluded.
After talking nicely to the people in charge,
my previous account was identified and I am back where I used to be.
Now the big question is, is anyone who remembers me still around?
(posts hopefully, not expecting much)
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Latest reply: Dec 27, 2017
Back from the Antarctic...
Posted Jan 29, 2016
So it has been seven years since I visited...
The guru's helped me get back in an I thank them.
I don't Facebook and I don't Twitter.
But I'd love to find out who is still h2g2-ing.
Happy days kinds!
(blows kiss, expecting nobody will remember.)
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Latest reply: Jan 29, 2016
Getting back in...
Posted Mar 9, 2010
Wottajobtogetbackin...!
I've been walkabout for a while.
When I logged in, everything was all cockeyed and Aunty Beeb's servers didn't recognise me, my name, my username, my e-mail address...
NOTHING !
Now I'm not the most computer literate of fossils, so I plodded about on the site trying this and that... At one point I got to answer my secret question and then I started getting somewhere. Then I was asked to complete my registration by confirming my e-mail address using the e-mail sent to me... but there wasn't one there!
I tried a few other addresses I use, but no luck.
Finally I went back to my original e-mail (that BeeB iD wouldn't recognize to log in and voila!
So here I am again...
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Latest reply: Mar 9, 2010
I love two women
Posted Aug 30, 2008
I love two women…unequally, like fire.
One love is like a welcome warm hearth, radiating heat and light,
always attracting me back every time I journey off.
Sometimes it flares up, red, yellow and orange tongues calling my attention as it lights up my life,
drawing me out of the comfy chair and up to the grate to add fuel and to rake its coals,
before I can settle back in again to feel its comforting caress.
This love will forever be with me. It is the knowledge of this constant combustion that keeps my path true and my loins girded.
I know that this fire, if left unattended, will wane and die.
I know if I would let it die, I could not rekindle it and I would condemn myself to an icy winter.
My other love is like a past wildfire.
It was a thrilling, intensely exciting raging furnace of flame and passion, of young love, lust and brash inexperience.
I sought this love out as a young buck, testosterone thumping through my veins.
I found the passion and the pain, the aching and the ecstasy in a few short years.
I knew the pinnacles and the chasms of emotion.
I felt the heat and I burned myself.
This intensity is long behind me and as I look back over the place of its passing, I see green grass in the daytime.
But during the night, the glow of many hundreds of small embers tells me that fire is not over.
Even as grey now permeates my hair, it can never be over...
because it is from those small embers that I did light my hearth.
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Latest reply: Aug 30, 2008
Life is sea shells
Posted Apr 15, 2002
Easter 2002.
I have just spent two weeks with my family at the sea. The Wild Coast on the South-eastern tip of Africa. Tranquility, sunshine, no TV... I am renewed, refreshed, recharged, re-everythinged!
Walking daily along deserted beaches, I came to a realisation. The beautiful open sands were littered with many bleached, battered and broken bits of large shells - mere remnants of a previous glory. This was disappointing to an emerging conchologist.
I sat down among the rocks and looked down at the shell grit at my feet. I picked up a handful - all broken bits of shells. Then I looked closer...
I spread the remnants of destruction on a towel. I found scores if not hundreds of absolutely perfect small shells. No BIG GRAND ones like the ambitions of Man.
I found perfection in the small shells on the beach. They too had run the gauntlet of stormy seas, rocks and heavy tides. Where the big ones failed to survive, the smaller, modest ones outlived and outshone them.
Search for the small shells in your life - somehow the broken big ones pale into insignificance...
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Latest reply: Apr 15, 2002
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