Hello Dear readers!

Now I must explain .... I posted here a while ago my first meeting with my dear friend Alec Weston the soon to be famous author and I was not kind! I am not removing it because I think that though is harsh and actually I love the dear man, but also its an excellent reminder that this writer( me, hang head in shame to hide wry grin) has a first class temper and should be crossed with caution! Or more accurately I burn fast and furious and forgive just as rapidly often ( depending on the nature of the suspected insult of course!) So later i promise I will tell you some of the nice things about this fellow blogger but for now I am just adding this rider....

So be warned "do not take my words too seriously!"

Why should I be nervous?

Enjoying the communication with this blog friend has engaged me in a dialogue with a human being I might never have had, unlikely we should have connected merely in passing and there is nowhere our worlds would collide.

So we met here in Blogland, sharing pages, stories, opinions, emotions, work and then phone calls continued the dialogue.

Now we were to meet.

He chose the venue, but had the greater `distance to travel. I had chosen a very central hotel, easing my various errands around the city. He arrived he said to the pavement outside closed by workmen, but good fortune, they had completed their task on his arrival and allowed him entry to the delightful interior, and he, alone, could enjoy the singular attention of the being the solitary customer on a wet and busy Wednesday morning on Charing Cross Rd. Thus on my arrival he appeared to be in good humour.

Easily identifiable from the photo on his blog, he seemed also to recognize me easily, though to be fair I am very unlike my photo. Meaning the photo is of me, but taken at a very flattering angle and with delicious lighting. The first problem soon emerged.

“You are whiter (yes whiter, not lighter or paler you will note) than I expected” being preceded by “ of course this may be very unPC but..” didn’t make it any less offensive! However I can only assume in an attempt to redeem himself he added “and more bland!”

Did I recover from this onslaught well? Did I f*!

At first, I had difficulty reconciling the voice and the face as a moving speaking whole, having achieved this, I found myself considering whether the whole held any attractiveness for me. Obviously given his initial assault I wasn’t best placed to find him pleasing. He retains more of the air of a camp old bugger than I expected, his movements falling just short of foppish, and his constant self regard being palpably evident throughout our exchange. His eyes are blue, but age has dulled their rigour I think, they did not hold the cut of intelligence I was expecting, a remnant of cunning perhaps and that disengaging self satisfaction. Oh Alec, how harsh am I! call me white ever again and watch out you b*!

Okay, I have a grip! I am considering finding something kind to say. I am not inclined to make much effort in this direction at this time.

This blog has the potential of being endlessly long. You can stop reading now if your desire. I am about to change the subject. For those who may not have guessed by now this is another of my proxyblogs which appear to ( to me atleast)  reveal a quite different persona in my writing. Thus I can repeat I am on a train. Not and I expect this is quite obvious, the same train as my previous blog.

That train arrived in London a disturbing 9 minutes early.

This one has been delayed by over an hour. Not cancelled atleast, but required to travel at a genteel 55miles an hour due to high winds. Which has given me plenty of time, to rest, sleep even, drink coffee, eat chocolate, make a number of very vital work phone calls and diary appointments and vent my spleen in this delightful post. We are arriving in Beeston shortly. Oh happy day.

I hope to be back live very soon. Meanwhile. Stay loved and lucky in Blogland this day.

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