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As a relitavely new blogger to blogging I wondered how it all began? When I was on one of my cheap day return trips to the Metropolis I came across an article in the Evening standard re Blogging you may find this of some interest.

Unhappy? then its time to begin a blog, aparently revealing your innermost thoughts is good for you, according to psychologists. A recent study of the phenonomen of blogs or on line rantings have found people are becoming happier and more organised.

Here are a few blog words to help out the new and the old hands.

BLOGSPEAK:-
1. Blogger = a person who writes a blog
2. Moblog = A blog maintained via a mobile phone,usually containing both text and pictures.
3. Vlog= Ablog used to display video images. Also known as a VOG.
4. Bleg= Using a blog to beg for help.
5. Blog mute= someone who blogs only occasionally(me).
6. Blogerati= The blogging world`s Intelligentsia, (MrD and BW).
7. Blogstipation = Being unable to think of anything to blog about.
8. Blurker= someone who reads lots of blogs but never leaves comments on messageboards. The article also contained a LONDON Photobloggers site it is london.photobloggers.org

Well I hope this little snipet of Bloginfo is of some use to you. Happy Blogging.( most of you know this anyhow). Elements of this article were taken from the Evening Standard printed 2 Feb last. Buddy.

WHEN i WAS ON MY LAST cHEEP DAY RETURN i CAME ACROSS A BLOG ARTICLE AND i WILL TELL YOU ABOUT IT NEXT TIME . bUDDY. KKMA.

I am very lucky as I dont have any tooth problems just as well as looking at what the present Gov, are telling the NHS Dentists to charge and when we can get an appointment it looks like we are going to be well and truely shafted. Why cant the Gov, let us take our clearence from the NHS and look after ourselves and get what we pay for not as a second rate dental service. NO I am not down in the mouth just annoyed at Mr Bs policies. Buddy.

Well what a difference a day off makes instead of freezing my firbits off on the Chichester canal fishing we went for a stroll around the Heath pond at Petersfield, Sun shining etc nice cup of coffee in the town tad of shopping and home for a nice hot Sunday roast and a Bottle of red stuff "PURFIC". Buddy.

Thursday, it was a day that started with getting rid of the old washing machine and installing a new one, all singing and dancing model that will take an Ology to read the Manuel and how to use it, Still waters run deep. Mr D and I had got ourselves 2 tickets for a Seminar run by the London Diving Chamber being held at the Royal Geographic Society HQ in Kensington at 1830hrs. I decided to take the day off for one of my now famous Cheap day returns run a-shore. Once I had fitted in the new machine and tested it I then had to disspose of the Old one at the re-cycle center(TIP) not so easy as my own car was in the garage for door replacement and repairs courtesy of some A-HOLE who ran into the car and Fox-trot Oscared without leaving any forwarding address. The loan car is a Pergeout 206, 4 wheels and a load of junk, but I was able to squeeze it in the boot and get rid. Lots of time to get ready the Iron Horse did not leave POMPEY until 1300hrs, arriving at Waterloo for 1430. Well here I am again I thought standing on the platform at Waterloo, twice now in as many days. I had arranged to meet MrD at 1600hrs out side his place of pleasure. The weather was "BRASS MONKEYS" but dry so I headed off on foot in a Northerly direction towards the "Affluent" are of the Capital. Passing Londons eye across the Golden Jubilee foot bridge and under the Charring cross station and along the embankment heading east towards the "GURKIN" building which I could see, lots of sight seeing on the way, its about time this country returned some of the so called Historic treasures to the origional owners/countries including the Elgin Marbles where ever they are? Arriving with 30 minutes to spare I contacted MrD arranging to meet him in a local pub where I was forced by the barman to drink a drop of nonsence in the dissguise of red wine. MrD soon arrived and we headed off for the tube station around the corner, 10 mins across to Kensington and we arrived in time to locate the RGS building next to the Royal Albert Hall. We had abouit 1.5 hrs to spare so we wallked back down into South Kensington and a Pasta Pitza eatery. Not bad at all the only problem was they did not have a drinks Licence no worries we said we will have a nice cup of Coffee after, it was not long before our food arrived 2 steeming hot plates of Beans on toast dissguised as Pitzas. MrD said time for Coffee yes I agreed he jarbled something in Greek to our Russian waitress and soon she returned after a timely reminder with what appeared to be 2 egg cups with handles on them and half full with some black looking frothy liquid, taken back with awe and shock I nearly choaked on my own air not being one to offend my Buddy or the Russian Greek waitress I consumed the contents of the egg cup in one MrD just sipped and smiled as he drunk his, he has cast Iron gizzards for that stuff. Off we strolled towards the NGS venue nearly getting my self run over by a cyclist. We were not dissapointed with the venue or the contents of the show it was co-hoasted by the LDC and the the NGS to promote Diving and Dissabled Charities in the UK. The guest speakers were Loyd Grossman and Monty Halls and what a show. It was not long before it was all over for another year and we were soon on the platform of Victoria MrD spotted his train time and was due off in about 2 minutes time so a quick adios and he was gone leaving me looking for my train time and from which platform. no such luck, I enquired at the ticket office what time and where from the next train to POMPEY tomorrow moorning and change at Clapham he said, FTO I said and set off back to the underground, fatal mistalke then was to ask a resident rail employee the best way to get to Waterloo, 3 trains later and somewhere 300ft below the ground I was further away from Waterloo than when I started, taking a deep breath(trained diver) I surfaced took my bearings and decended into the abyss stepped on to the next tube and ended up at the embankment opposite Waterloo. I caught the River crossing train from Charring cross and arrived at WL just in time to see my train dissapeer down the track. Next train was in 25 mins at 2230 arriving POMPEY at 2356, MrD funded the Evening standard which I wrapped my cheese and Tomato roll in and with a half decent cup of Coffee I was soon on my way home, two crosswords later yes both completed with spelling mistakes I arrived at my destination cream crackered, thanks go to Mr and MrsDs first born for texed encouragement during the return journey. "And so to bed" Thanks to SP, and MrD for a good run ashore. Buddy.