Tru, there was no secret about the last one, we talked about it endlessly before in the blogs
And once I have my elefante blanco up and running I would be happy to actually host one on the Costa Tropical. However it is beginning to look as if I will need a small whiparound first to actually, you know, BUY the elefante blanco.
I wish Angel was around more often. She'd get the funding whipped into place in 5 minutes flat.
Molly, I daren't, as a Saffer in Scotland I've got to watch every word, and run it past Scottish beta readers, sheesh, the flak I got from one for saying bairns instead of weans!! One of those is a west coast word, NOT an east coast one. Still, she saved me from a glaring error which would have destroyed, destroyed I tell you, my credibility.
I forget which is which, so I simply avoid all discussion of rugrats altogether now.
She's worth her weight in gold, by the way. Asked in some confusion why I had my guys go to Princes street from the station, then catch a taxi to Market street, when they could have exited the station from the other side straight to Market street.
I didn't know that. It's saved me a fortune in taxi trips since, though.
I should probably go out into the blazing sunshine and mow my lawn - first chance I've had in a week, between travelling to that London and the default Scottish summer (which is warm drizzle, as opposed to the default Scottish winter, which is icy drizzle)
Moll, to be honest I didn't notice the damage to the lamp posts either, I was too busy trying to work out why you, despite towering over us more petite lovelies, were still grabbing all the attention.
Hello lovely Titch you're far more likely to enjoy the benefits of this in your lifetime than I, and just think what fun it will be!
I think we should make a pact, all those who commented on this blog, that whoever wins a gigantic lottery after the first commercial teleport is in operation would teleport us all to a pavement cafe somewhere in Spain to have a good blether about how different the experience was to what we had expected
No dancing bananas were harmed in the writing of this comment
usha, loving the new pic - and I wasn't aiming that comment at anyone in particular but there are a few who log in to complain they hate the blogs, but don't actually comment on any of the blogs, and it is a little irritating sometimes
I looked at some old old OLD blogs last night - some of the Simmo ones - and had to laugh to see comments there complimenting him and saying it was nice to have a decent blog to read for a change. Nothing changes. We does love to whinge, us on CS.
Now back to teleportation. One tiny problem, you do need to know EXACTLY where you are going, I think, to end up there
Non, the best way ever of defusing angry wife is to stay just sober enough that when she's pulling off your trousers to help you into bed, shout 'get your hands off me you trollop I'm happily married!'
Baig - any Irishman with the true full-blown gift of the gab could quite simply rule the world, he's just too busy with women to get round to it.
I think in their stride they are quite possibly the most charming men on this planet but you don't get to see them much - their women lure them into fortresses, slam the doors, and they are never seen again
Lou, my perfect world, I would check my reflection, pick up my bag, and between one step and the next, be where I want to be without any fuss. City to city, country to country.
Let me get my hands on the controls, though, and yes I can think of more than one politician - AND their manky supporters - it would be fun to send to a different solar system
The first teleport step taken At LAST
Mic, have you identified everyone on CS yet?