Fandango’s One Word Challenge (19 June 2020)

Q. What’s the difference between men and cheese?

A. Cheese matures

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), mature.

Incidentally, I got this message from WP earlier.

Terrible news, so I will not be posting tomorrow. I think a lot of people just make noise without actually saying anything, and I fear I have become one of those people! I’ll still be reading and (if I can think of anything sensible) commenting.

See you Sunday.

I ❤️ Paris! (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what does and doesn’t make him tick.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.


I found this post from exactly a year ago, and I remember it because it was one of my most enjoyable posts to write, it brought back lots of happy memories.

It’s also poignant because it was my introduction to WordPress. I didn’t realise it at the time, but that was the platform this blogger used. So from her posts, I got an account, then discovered the reader and other blogs, and eventually moved my own blog here. Out of acorns…

Although I have now been here happily for several months, it is not all good news. I mentioned in my post that she could go months between entries, and earlier this year she hadn’t posted for ages so I went looking for her. Her blog was now private. I can only imagine that there was a lot going on with her, far more than she ever wrote in her blog. And it struck me as strange, when her blog was public, that she was quite stand-offish on the couple of times I commented on her posts. We bloggers usually tend to be a very friendly bunch. Maybe that’s the price of “fame”?

Mister Bump

I saw a nice surprise yesterday. Years ago I used to read a particular blog. In those days, I had no idea about platforms, I just signed up for emails when she posted. Her tale was interesting – she was an English woman living in Paris. I guess from her perspective, it was just “life”.

I used to love it in Paris, I’d have liked to have lived there myself, but my choice of career made that unlikely. IT is very English-language-focussed and France is, well, French! And by working in both London and New York, I was already in the Premier League, and France would have been a step backwards.

I must be roughly the same age as this woman, had kids at roughly the same time, etc. I think mine was a little bit older, but only by a couple of years. We diverged because while I was…

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