We went to a garden party in the suburbs yesterday. It was all very civilised. And leafy. Our host was a man I knew when I was in Bosnia for a couple of months in 1996 and ran into again in a Brussels café last year. Small world and all that.
I was chatting to this woman and I asked her how she knew our host and she said that she had a blog. Ran into some blogging etiquette difficulty as I waxed enthusiastic about her very well-known blog in a polite way but haven’t really read it; so was frantically trying to remember whether she might have children etc. while wittily telling stories about the pleasures of being pregnant with twins.
I suppose it was inevitable that she should be the mother of twins. It turned out that a lot of people there were bloggers who knew each other, including our host. It was all very weird but the weirdest bit was when I was chatting to this Irish girl whose blog I cannot now find and she said to me You’re
belgianwaffle are you? I nearly keeled over from shock. What� How did you know? Well, you’re pregnant with twins.
And while I’m doing geeky, everytime I try to link to the sarcastic journalist, I get a message saying You’ve been very, very naughty! You are the weakest link. Goodbye. What the hell is that about? If you are at all in the mood to be kind, you
might see if the link works for you and, if it does pass me on her email address so that I can see whether I have been blocked by accident or what. Oh come on, you know I haven’t been leaving nasty comments.
And finally, please admire the Princess’s new hair style.
on 24 July 2005 at 17:16
Not sure if it helps, but I followed the link you gave and got the same thing. Even googling and following the link came up with the same message. So I don’t think it’s you, I think it’s a problem with that site. (Google still has it cached though)
on 24 July 2005 at 17:29
I got the link okay so I’m obviously an A lister.
on 24 July 2005 at 19:29
Small world, isn’t it!!!!!
on 24 July 2005 at 20:14
It was lovely meeting you yesterday and you have the gift of the gob, my dear! I couldn’t even ask you a question 😉 There again, you may realise that in reality (although you don’t read my blog) I am, in fact, terribly shy. I had some tips for you that I was thinking about last night if ever you wanted some, re: twins, so do email me if you feel the need 🙂 I hope we meet again before the sproglets pop out – let me know and we can organise a BBQ chez-moi.
on 24 July 2005 at 23:01
Hey ‘waf.. that woman whose blog you don’t read is calling you a mouth!! 😉
on 25 July 2005 at 10:33
HJB, not only are you an A lister, you’re a saint as well. Disgruntled, it’s no wonder we’re disgruntled, frankly.
Nicholas, alarmingly so. Thank you for a lovely afternoon – more formal thanks to follow!
Oh dear, it’s not that I don’t read your blog, it’s just that I subscribed with bloglines and it never updates so I gave up on it. I would love to say that I am only very, very talkative in the presence of celebrities but this is completely untrue. I could talk for Ireland (and that’s saying something). Thank you for kind offering of advice re sproglets, I will be back to you. Am on first day of mat leave and gethering myself together to torment people.
Jack, what can I say, it’s true.
on 25 July 2005 at 17:00
I’m sooo sorry!!! I hope we can get this straightened out.
on 26 July 2005 at 14:52
All sorted, thank you kindly, SJ.
on 26 July 2005 at 18:31
Sorry to make you keel over with shock! Nicholas had invited a stack of bloggers so I assumed that’s how he knew you.
on 27 July 2005 at 10:28
But no! And you know how dangerous it is to make someone in my condition keel over…Anyhow, where is your blog? I’ve tried Habseeligkeit in livejournal but it sneers at me.
on 08 August 2005 at 20:14
Sorry, have been internet cold turkey for a while and haven’t been blogging. Most of the journal is locked – you can sign up to livejournal without bothering to post anything and I’ll “friend” you to read posts.
on 08 August 2005 at 21:54
It’s ok, I found you, Nicholas gave you away! Will sign up to live journal when feeling strong and let you know…