Heather is in the Swiss blog awards. I don’t think she’s really too pushed about it herself but you know, I thought it would be nice.Â But I can’t work out how to do it and unless someone explains to me soon, I won’t bother (though, I suppose since HJB doesn’t care, it’s no big deal or anything).
on 05 May 2005 at 15:00
I wouldn’t vote for her… she’s too good to win. Only mediocraties ever win those things.
on 05 May 2005 at 15:06
Oh Waffly – how lovely. Actually this is the Swiss being terribly punctual about things – I don’t think it’s happening until next year but Matthias asked me to mention it on the blog and I thought that a bit of
blatant electioneering mentioning a few other Swiss blogs would be good.
Jack, that’s terribly sweet of you. I think.
on 05 May 2005 at 19:55
I thought Mediocrates was a Greek philosopher.
on 05 May 2005 at 20:08
Until you discovered Smirnoff?
on 05 May 2005 at 22:49
And there I was quietly patting myself on the back for a reasonable, two-layer word-play when who comes along but The Spokesperson for the League of Anti-mediocrities herself….
There are times when I give up on this deep humour thing, KateEvans. Because there’s always a bigger fish… 😉
on 05 May 2005 at 23:26
So the old ones really aren’t the best ones, then? Rats.
on 06 May 2005 at 00:06
Only when they are delivered with panache and a certain kind of wide-eyedfaith. 😉
ps not a good idea to mention rats… it might upset someone round here.
on 06 May 2005 at 11:00
I heard that. Mind you, they don’t do so well round here ….
on 06 May 2005 at 11:25
Soddit, how DO you get a link into comments? I had some good ratty stuff here: http://www.20six.co.uk/nextEntries/qgmiaosnfzv5
on 06 May 2005 at 21:26
Pog, you are all knowing. Ta. Jack, Kate, Norah, this is all a bit beyond me, I hope you realise that. BHM, as a person who can’t even work out how to vote in blog awards, I am poorly positioned to answer that.
HJB, NEXT YEAR??? You realise that by then I will have three small children and it will take all my energy to get out of bed, pull on my dressing gown and struggle to the kitchen. If they can’t take my vote now, it may never come…