Who reads this?
Hi, who are you? I mean, you get to know everything about me - but I haven't heard from some of you for ages. There is a comment function right below each post, you know. Why, you could even send me an email! Lazy... Then there are the others who I don't even know who you are. Do I know a James at the University of Manchester? Hello and welcome if not.
Quid pro quo. Or karma, which is another take on the same concept. A concept that has been on my mind a lot lately. Tell me, why is it that always when I raise something to the skies it comes back down to bite me in the arse? I had no sooner pressed 'publish' on the last post before I realised some complete bastard had stolen my wallet out of my bag. A bloody-minded thief! In my favourite cafe! So I spent the second half of yesterday ordering new credit and debit cards from all four corners of the Earth, and this morning filling in about thirty forms in triplicate to assure my South African bank I'm me and not Osama Bin Laden and that yes, I'd like a new card before the end of the decade. I'm trying my hardest not to hate my favourite cafe now because what's the point. But it's hard.
The whole episode goes under the list 'what not needed when approaching press day'. Oh, if anybody can find an email address to the the science minister of Senegal, I'd be much obliged.
Quid pro quo. Or karma, which is another take on the same concept. A concept that has been on my mind a lot lately. Tell me, why is it that always when I raise something to the skies it comes back down to bite me in the arse? I had no sooner pressed 'publish' on the last post before I realised some complete bastard had stolen my wallet out of my bag. A bloody-minded thief! In my favourite cafe! So I spent the second half of yesterday ordering new credit and debit cards from all four corners of the Earth, and this morning filling in about thirty forms in triplicate to assure my South African bank I'm me and not Osama Bin Laden and that yes, I'd like a new card before the end of the decade. I'm trying my hardest not to hate my favourite cafe now because what's the point. But it's hard.
The whole episode goes under the list 'what not needed when approaching press day'. Oh, if anybody can find an email address to the the science minister of Senegal, I'd be much obliged.
posted by Linda at 14:28
5 Comments:
i read it (though I mostly just look our for the pictures). Fascinating stuff. By co-incidence, just the other day also stumbled accross an article in the guardian about space flight by you!.... I am terrified about the environmental consequences of jetting tourists out of the atmosphere for fun!
nice to know how you are doing, and I am constantly impressed with what you get up to.
Matt (Harrison) x
I read your blog. I mean your uncle Lasse and Your cousins in Canada read your blog. We try to keep up and thoroghly enjoy following your adventures on and around the the tip of africa. We are very impressed with your abilities and responsibilities and (what it seems like from here) composure under dead-line pressure. But anyhow, we are "devoted" followers, pass the kool-aid.
Jorå, jag kollar din blog med jämna mellanrum, men det visste du ju redan! Vaddå kan du se namnen på random peeps som läser din blog?? Som snubben i manchester? Gud, dagens teknlogi..... PoK Ingrid
who are you?
;)
xx
James from the University of Manchester here. No you don't know me. I am just an avid reader of your blog.
Having said that, when I mentioned to William (when he was here yesterday) that I have been following your adventures, his blank expression suggested he doesn't know what you are up to.
Does he think that you just popped out for a latte on Curtain Road and haven't come back yet!!
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