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Cast and Locations

Leith - a seaport adjoining Edinburgh, Scotland. Once run-down, but now becoming hugely posh, with Royal Yacht Britannia, Harvey Nicks, etc, etc.

Port o Leith Bar, run by the indefatigable Mary

The Village Inn, Bar, Restaurant whatever, run by the inimitable Alastair and Ian.

Stuart, my friend for a few years which feel like several lifetimes.

Rex, a brilliant scholar and theologian, currently a bit down on his uppers.

Scott, a ships' engineer with a Class 1 ticket, very into DVDs etc.

Tony, my IT manager.

Sandra, my personal manager.

Cherry the black part-Labrador.

Cherry with her internet shades

Oh - and me... a fifty-something gay man responsible for all this rubbish.



Sites to see:

The Tag-Team...

Dark Informer
Embra Nights
Flat At The Top of The Stairs
Not You The Other One
Oddverse
They Didn't Teach Me...
Troubled Diva

Right Here...

Richard Bloomfield
Vodkabird

Almost Here...

Excess Memory
Here Inside
Martijn ten Napel
So...
Swish Cottage
Terreus
The Obvious Blog

There...

Barbara Fletcher
Cracks in the Pavement
Jim's Journal
Mighty Geek
Secret Kings

Everywhere...

Guardian Unlimited
Guardian Weblog
BBCi
BBC Scotblog
Channel Four



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Saturday, January 27, 2007

Featured Site for September '05:
Naked Blog


This month's featured site - "Naked Blog" - started life before blogs, way back in 1997. In that sense it's the granddaddy of Scottish Blogs (and many others) and it covers the varied life of a bingo caller in Leith.

When did you start your site?
Initially in 1997 with Netscape Composer. Later I switched to FrontPage, and then in early 2001 on to Blogger. At first it was Magnificat's Home Page, with diary and features. (Remember home pages? Probably not.) The Blogger site started as an add-on, but quickly took over, as reverse chronological swept the world. This was before sidebars and before comment boxes.

Why do you blog?
I don't know. Partly to be a 'pretend journalist'. (I used to be the real thing, freelancing for the Scottish press for a couple of years - mostly The Scotsman. My Flotation Tank piece is still spoken about with awe.) Partly to say things I'm arrogant enough to think might benefit other people - to share something of my near six decades. But mostly just because I love to write. Love to. A blinking cursor on a blank screen is one of my favourite sights.

What do you write about?
They say you should write about what you know best, and that of course is me. However - there are limits to what you can expect people to put up with. Limits even to my self-centredness. So there's included a regular cast, and a smallish number of locations, mostly pubs.

I used to be able to include colleagues and customers at the bingo I'm employed at, but the colleagues and managers know of it now, so much of that is unavailable. All the tales are true. I never, ever fictionalise, beyond reconstructing dialogue for readability.

What DON'T you write about? and why?
Colleagues and customers. See above. There are also the morality considerations of writing about people without their knowledge or consent.I'm lucky in that most of my friends are more than happy to have their thoughts, words and deeds recorded on Naked Blog. I don't know why they do that - but I love them to bits for it. Maybe we're all show-offs deep down.

Private one-to-one conversations almost never appear, unless they're totally innocuous. Things said in public to a public audience are fair game. Nevertheless, I use my discretion in never writing something that would offend or embarrass the speaker. The Sun it ain't.

Very occasionally I get it wrong, and then am more than happy to delete. Some of my friends have partners whose relatives are in the public domain, so they have been "disappeared". The idea is to inform and entertain - using the particular to illustrate the general. Not to cause mayhem in people's lives.

Jesus did it even better with his parables. But that's the general idea here too.

Who do you think reads your blog?
Ooooh - the top drawer, intellectually. It's "Guardian plus" in language, with no concessions or dumbing down. One of the joys of blogging as opposed to freelancing is that you can write in your own natural language, without aiming at a particular stratum. (So - you can even put in words like "stratum" :) )

Who would you like to read your blog and why?
More people. See all of the above. Naked Blog is trawled by many, many newspapers and publications, and time and again our topics are taken and developed elsewhere. This is just fine.

What was the worst or best 'blog' experience?
The worst by far was the time I wrote critically about "Gender reassignment surgery". So awful I'm not even going to tell you about it. Think Salman Rushdie. The best would possibly be the time the journalist Jon Ronson wrote to me and said how very much he enjoyed my writing. As Ronson had been a hero for many years, this was praise from the Master indeed. Now if only Julie Burchill would drop me a line...

Who do you list as your blog inspiration(s)?
Ronson and Burchill. I know they're hacks, not bloggers - although JR did have a blog for a while - but they both carved out unique niches in personal writing, which led naturally to my type of work. High on opinion and verbiage, low on hard facts.

But in terms of blogging there were no inspirations, simply because there were almost no blogs. You have to realise just how very long ago 1997 is. Think of any weblog you know, and Naked Blog was almost certainly doing it before that. Or my earlier carnation called Magnificat's Home Page.

No rules. Make it up as you go along. The world's your oyster, and by God it tasted good.

Hard to convey how exciting those days were... the thrill of finding another person's weblog you could relate to, and appreciate his or her life displayed there. Now I could probably find twenty of those a day. This is great, but to be honest I've stopped bothering to look. A weblog has to be stunningly good now before I can take any interest. Nothing negative there; just overload.

What few blogs there were almost all happened across the Atlantic, so from 2001 I'd list the Mighty Geek and Carrie, both in New York, HooptyLoops in California, and Barbara Fletcher in Toronto as my main "blogpals". Some pre-existing Britblogs were hostile and obstructive to my emergence.

Modern-day blogging has lost all its pioneering, become pretty mundane, so I think about moving to the next big thing. Probably some form of broadcast. Plus it's costing me almost forty quid a month to host this amount of stuff. Whoever's "getting rich quick" it isn't me!

Chocolate or Vanilla?
Doesn't compute. Sounds quite rude.

What are your hobbies and/or areas of interest?
People. Little else matters, does it? Bit of computer games, bit of DVD. Bit of music.

What's the best and what's the worst thing about living in Scotland?
Best is the fact it makes me foreign. Outsiders can get away with things that natives might find harder. Don't know, really. I think my thirty plus years here must say something. And let's not forget the stunning outdoors. Much closer to nature than in London which is where I was just before trekking north.

Worst is probably the anti-Englishness. (Don't tell me it's just kidding on. It isn't.)

What actor would you have play you in a movie?
The fantasy would be Brad Pitt, but reality would have to be McKellen, Fry or Hurt. Pete Postlethwaite might be OK too.

When you were 10, what did you want to do when you grew up?
Probably a doctor. Maybe singer... I did think of that for a while.

What four words would you use to describe yourself?
Don't even go there.

What's your pet hate?
Cigarettes. I stopped almost two years ago and now hate them with a vengeance. I'd rather sit next to someone shooting up heroin than smoking a cigarette.

What do you want to say to other bloggers?
Read Naked Blog.

Anything you want to say that hasn't been asked?
Naked Blog is fantastic. Scottish Blogs isn't bad.


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