Anyhoo (yes "anyway" was already taken).

I'm a real blogger now.

This morning I had my first blogger-spot. Ok, so it's more Flickrite-spot, although he does blog and I have read his [many] blogs occasionally. But still recognising somebody from the internet does seem so odd.

Anyway, at about 10.45 this morning as I was going from A to B I saw Mr Drift Words. It took me a while figure out why he was familiar. He was walking north on TCR just by the Cafe Nero (ok, so that's about as helpful as saying he was by the double-yellow lines, but I know where I mean). He was carrying a paper Cafe Nero cup of potentially coffee. He had clothes on this time, I think.

And that was about it, as it took me a while to recognise him, a while longer to start deciding what to do, by which time we'd passed and it would have been a bit odd to turn round and chase him up the pavement while crying out "Hey, wait a minute, I know you, well, I don't, but you're that bloke from the internet; I've read your blog, well, parts of one of them a while ago, and I've looked at your pictures, ok, some of them, because they're a bit hit and miss, I mean sometimes you get it right, but anyway I'm not really in a position to judge, but, um, I've seen your profile, and, er, I can't remember much except you've got an odd name that you changed, and I sort of know what you do, but I do know where you live. Er, why are you running? You'll spill your coffee." Besides, I was supposed to have been at B at half-past, and anyway, I can't go meeting people for the first time when I haven't shaved sufficiently, I've had about one day's sleep over the past 3 days and I'm wearing what can only be described as an innovative combination of clothes.

So, yeah, that's about it for mildly entertaining, but still not quite entertaining enough, diversions.

Anyhoo,