Lashings of Ginger Beer...
My friend Karen has emailed to say that she too enjoys the music of Roger Whittaker, so perhaps I am missing something here? Is there a whole underground Roger Whittaker appreciation society that I am currently unaware of?
I was supposed to be going to bed early last night, but failed to do so. I got engrossed doing a bit of housekeeping on my computer and posting some comments on some pics of Lorna's CD launch party that we went to that Pip has uploaded to her Facebook page. This is one of them, you can see me sat by the bar behind Pip's shoulder.
Pip appears to collecting most of the British Theatre industry via Facebook at the moment, every time I speak to her there's someone else she's got! She's just recently been in touch with the guy in the pink shirt above (Matthew), who is another one of these people in the UK, who like Pip, Lorna has come to regard as a particular friend. Matthew seems to be Lorna's London shopping buddy - a position I'm sure Pip will help out with should Matthew be unavailable one day!
I'm not as proactive as Pip is in using Facebook as a netwoking facility, I have enough trouble keeping in contact with those people I already know. However, one of the great things about Facebook is if your friends keep their pages updated, you feel as if you are keeping up with what's going on in their lives.
My friend Ali's husband has just recently joined Facebook - now how's this for kudos... He (Ron) is actually a character in an Enid Blyton book! Enid Blyton (for those who aren't British) was THE children's author of the 1950's and 60's - she basically was children's publishing for a great many years, before the Roald Dahls, Michael Morpurgos, Jaqueline Wilsons and Joanne Rowlings broke through. Blyton seemed to generate this 'lashings of ginger beer' world, where children had governesses or went to boarding school, wore sensible shoes, gabardine frocks and were all terribly polite to their parents. Lu just did her dissertation on Blyton last summer and had to re-read most of her output... something I don't think she's got any desire to do ever again!
Ach! I don't know where the time goes - I'm convinced someone moves the clocks forward behind my back. Off to prise DD off her mattress...
I was supposed to be going to bed early last night, but failed to do so. I got engrossed doing a bit of housekeeping on my computer and posting some comments on some pics of Lorna's CD launch party that we went to that Pip has uploaded to her Facebook page. This is one of them, you can see me sat by the bar behind Pip's shoulder.
Pip appears to collecting most of the British Theatre industry via Facebook at the moment, every time I speak to her there's someone else she's got! She's just recently been in touch with the guy in the pink shirt above (Matthew), who is another one of these people in the UK, who like Pip, Lorna has come to regard as a particular friend. Matthew seems to be Lorna's London shopping buddy - a position I'm sure Pip will help out with should Matthew be unavailable one day!
I'm not as proactive as Pip is in using Facebook as a netwoking facility, I have enough trouble keeping in contact with those people I already know. However, one of the great things about Facebook is if your friends keep their pages updated, you feel as if you are keeping up with what's going on in their lives.
My friend Ali's husband has just recently joined Facebook - now how's this for kudos... He (Ron) is actually a character in an Enid Blyton book! Enid Blyton (for those who aren't British) was THE children's author of the 1950's and 60's - she basically was children's publishing for a great many years, before the Roald Dahls, Michael Morpurgos, Jaqueline Wilsons and Joanne Rowlings broke through. Blyton seemed to generate this 'lashings of ginger beer' world, where children had governesses or went to boarding school, wore sensible shoes, gabardine frocks and were all terribly polite to their parents. Lu just did her dissertation on Blyton last summer and had to re-read most of her output... something I don't think she's got any desire to do ever again!
Ach! I don't know where the time goes - I'm convinced someone moves the clocks forward behind my back. Off to prise DD off her mattress...