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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.
Oh - and me... a fifty-something gay man responsible for all this rubbish.
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So...
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The Obvious Blog
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Saturday, October 26, 2002
VOX POPULI
Well - at least one or two of you are interested. A special hello to the more than one hundred who took the trouble to click over to us here at our holiday home yesterday - and equally special thanks to those who were kind enough to link it. This favour and more can be called on any time. In a sense, it's good that we as a group host on such widely-varied servers, then in times of cyber-distress some news can always be relayed. It's the Dunkirk spirit. It's the pigeon post. It's the candles you keep in that cupboard where you can never find them when the lights go out.
I've set up some comments here on blogspot, using enetation. Tres simple and free. A blog without a comment is like a kiss without a squeeze.
Tagboard continues to serve up slices of RV life every weekday morning. Warm welcomes to Martijn and David last week, sitting in for Darren and Dave who are away. (Far out, some would say :)
Apropos I noticed with some amusement that Louise, lovely wife of Tony my IT manager, popped in last week also. Could it have been to keep a watchful eye on her man? See what he was getting up to with all those poofs? It's a melting pot.
In case there's one single blogger in the world who hasn't noticed it, there's a nicely-drawn (in both senses) take on our pastime in the syndicated Doonesbury strip. Start here and work forward. This could run for a little longer.
Distributed Denial Of Service
Awful. Even the idea is unsettling, like the boom boom boom sounds in the Earthquake film. Except I hear it in my mind as a mid-pitch buzz. And I see it in my mind as some deranged teen playing God with people's businesses. Because it's there. Because he can, like the genital-licking cat. And because before he's 21 he'll be a six-figure salary consultant. Protection money, they used to call it in the black and white days.
So - we're upping and offing from our six-year relationship with our host/ISP company. How faithless, I hear you thinking. How fickle.
Well, yes and no. The ins and outs of these matters are beyond my ken. You get what you pay for - or in this case you don't. DDOS are sweeping the globe - more fun than DOOM 3. So who knows whether it's out of the frying pan into the fire? We shall see.
Oh - and don't bother changing your links to Naked Blog... within a week we'll be back at the original addy. Take care - thanks again for your interest and support. Have a great weekend. I will.
Well - at least one or two of you are interested. A special hello to the more than one hundred who took the trouble to click over to us here at our holiday home yesterday - and equally special thanks to those who were kind enough to link it. This favour and more can be called on any time. In a sense, it's good that we as a group host on such widely-varied servers, then in times of cyber-distress some news can always be relayed. It's the Dunkirk spirit. It's the pigeon post. It's the candles you keep in that cupboard where you can never find them when the lights go out.
I've set up some comments here on blogspot, using enetation. Tres simple and free. A blog without a comment is like a kiss without a squeeze.
Tagboard continues to serve up slices of RV life every weekday morning. Warm welcomes to Martijn and David last week, sitting in for Darren and Dave who are away. (Far out, some would say :)
Apropos I noticed with some amusement that Louise, lovely wife of Tony my IT manager, popped in last week also. Could it have been to keep a watchful eye on her man? See what he was getting up to with all those poofs? It's a melting pot.
In case there's one single blogger in the world who hasn't noticed it, there's a nicely-drawn (in both senses) take on our pastime in the syndicated Doonesbury strip. Start here and work forward. This could run for a little longer.
Distributed Denial Of Service
Awful. Even the idea is unsettling, like the boom boom boom sounds in the Earthquake film. Except I hear it in my mind as a mid-pitch buzz. And I see it in my mind as some deranged teen playing God with people's businesses. Because it's there. Because he can, like the genital-licking cat. And because before he's 21 he'll be a six-figure salary consultant. Protection money, they used to call it in the black and white days.
So - we're upping and offing from our six-year relationship with our host/ISP company. How faithless, I hear you thinking. How fickle.
Well, yes and no. The ins and outs of these matters are beyond my ken. You get what you pay for - or in this case you don't. DDOS are sweeping the globe - more fun than DOOM 3. So who knows whether it's out of the frying pan into the fire? We shall see.
Oh - and don't bother changing your links to Naked Blog... within a week we'll be back at the original addy. Take care - thanks again for your interest and support. Have a great weekend. I will.
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Friday, October 25, 2002
THE NATION LISTENS...
Hi folks. Welcome to the emergency edition of Naked Blog. Austerity they used to call it, during the war. The Naked situation is that my server is still under attack, and unable to accept updates. Which is a fat lot of use for a weblog.
Measures are in place, after consultation with Tony my IT Manager, to migrate the domain to another host company. This will take a day or two to resolve. Meantime - we're here, we're still queer, and so on. Comments aren't working, but the tagboard is.
Any and all of you who would be kind enough to give www.nakedblog.blogspot.com a wee mention (stressing TEMPORARY) would find your places in heaven assured. What goes around, comes around. Karma.
FRIDAY'S HUNK OF THE WEEK
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IN OTHER NEWS
BBC this morning back to "Washington" and "The Police". It's a conspiracy to get us used to being the fifty-second State. I can just feel it.
Been a grimmish week, what with the weather and the DOS attacks. But one good thing was Sarah on Wednesday. We had a couple of pints in the Port o Leith, and this time it was a lot more sociable. (No farty old men, in fact.)
She met Ian, Big Al (the other one), Jambo Robert, Rex, Scott, Pam the barmaid, Sharon (who was wearing a nurse's outfit), and Robin (don't call me gay I'm bisexual). "It's just like being on a film set," Sarah observed.
The next day, yesterday, I was due to meet her friend Andy, who is "Scotland's youngest bear", but I had to go uptown shopping in the one weather break we've had. All in good time. Got a case for me new camera, and some rechargeables.
Oh dear. This is all most unsettling. Too much for a white lady.
Hi folks. Welcome to the emergency edition of Naked Blog. Austerity they used to call it, during the war. The Naked situation is that my server is still under attack, and unable to accept updates. Which is a fat lot of use for a weblog.
Measures are in place, after consultation with Tony my IT Manager, to migrate the domain to another host company. This will take a day or two to resolve. Meantime - we're here, we're still queer, and so on. Comments aren't working, but the tagboard is.
Any and all of you who would be kind enough to give www.nakedblog.blogspot.com a wee mention (stressing TEMPORARY) would find your places in heaven assured. What goes around, comes around. Karma.
FRIDAY'S HUNK OF THE WEEK
This regular feature is unavailable, due to inability to upload his pic. Back as soon as possible.
IN OTHER NEWS
BBC this morning back to "Washington" and "The Police". It's a conspiracy to get us used to being the fifty-second State. I can just feel it.
Been a grimmish week, what with the weather and the DOS attacks. But one good thing was Sarah on Wednesday. We had a couple of pints in the Port o Leith, and this time it was a lot more sociable. (No farty old men, in fact.)
She met Ian, Big Al (the other one), Jambo Robert, Rex, Scott, Pam the barmaid, Sharon (who was wearing a nurse's outfit), and Robin (don't call me gay I'm bisexual). "It's just like being on a film set," Sarah observed.
The next day, yesterday, I was due to meet her friend Andy, who is "Scotland's youngest bear", but I had to go uptown shopping in the one weather break we've had. All in good time. Got a case for me new camera, and some rechargeables.
Oh dear. This is all most unsettling. Too much for a white lady.
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FAMOUS TV PRESENTER SHAGS GRANNY SHOCK!!
After the horrific, bonk-busting revelations yesterday by Ms Scandinavia Wrinkle concerning a tall, unnamed Scottish TV presenter, Granny of Leith was quick to set the record straight. Speaking exclusively to Naked Blog from her penthouse pad in North Edinburgh, Madame Granny was in reflective mood.
Granny: "I can remember it like yesterday, honey," she said, as she poured herself a generous glass of Haddows finest Chardonnay. "I'd just been on that quiz show - what do you call it - oh yes... Take Your Pick. I go on a lot of quiz shows you know," she explained, "what with my mystic powers an all."
Naked Blog: Did you win?
Granny: Yes - of course. I won a microwave. And it was just as I was leaving that... brute assaulted me.
NB: What happened?
Granny: He grabbed my ass and said, "How would you like some meat in your new oven, darling?" I was mortified, I can tell you.
NB: Then what?
Granny: He took me to dinner that night. McDonalds in Princes Street. Very posh. I chose a Veg-E-Burger and he had a Whopper. But while I was putting ketchup on my chips I noticed him slipping something into my Coke.
NB: Really?
Granny: Yes - Rohypnol it said on the bottle. "What's that?" I asked him. "Help you relax, baby" he replied. "OK then," I said. Well - let's face it honey - I've tried just about everything else. And later, in his suite overlooking the Forth, he... raped me. A single tear welled in each eye, then trickled gently down her careworn cheeks.
NB: Date rape?
Granny: You betcha. Like on just about every date in the calendar. After a bit I was even getting to like it. But then he left me for that Blond Bimbo Bitch!
Her eves went misty then, and she started playing with her bag of runes, nervously. "You'll have to go," she said. "I've got that Estelle Morris coming round for a tarot reading. She wants to see what the future holds for her."
NB: Not the ex-Secretary of State for Education?
Granny: The very same. I get them all coming here. Oh - and don't believe for one minute the reasons the clapped out old bag gave for her resignation...
NB: Why not?
Granny: (Leaning forward, conspiratorially.) You need look no further than Cherie. Ever since that John and Edwina thing she's been convinced that her Tone has been getting a little - how can I put it - extra-curricular activity. So poor wee Stella had to go. Offski. Done and dusted. It's the men wot gets the pleasure right enough...
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