Daddy Papersurfer - Old Git

Daddy Papersurfer

Anyone reading this won’t know me from Adam. I’m the one wearing a small fig leaf. Adam is completely naked.

The fig leaf is my avatar - a lovely word, look it up in a dictionary. It’s like the shy actor who, when he dons his costume, can perform in public.

My son started writing a blog and being a complete pain in the arse, I nagged him into letting me do a guest blog. I had heard of blogging but had never read one and I didn’t want to be left out. That was 28th February 2007.

By the 10th of April he had had enough of the cuckoo in his nest and he very kindly set me up with my own blog.

My first appeared on the 16th of April and I’ve posted something everyday since. A blog can be used to vent, relieve and assess [and loads of other things as well, but I’m trying to finish this before lunch!].

The angst ridden teenager who writes in her padlocked pink diary about her latest crush and would actually like her secret lover to find it, read it and be overwhelmed with a reciprocating passion:

The bereaved who cry themselves to sleep every night and need a ‘screaming tree’: The young mum bored out of her mind by the mundane tasks that are essential: All these are out there and loads more; usually protected by an avatar. You can write about anything.

I hadn’t written for 35 years, other than pleading letters to the bank manager, since my thesis for my post-graduate teaching qualification.

I have re-discovered that writing is fun. Help (A little. Lo, TG Ed.)) is needed from the terrible Goddess: If you want to find out a little bit about who she is, you’ll have to read my blog [see WHO’S WHO in the right hand sidebar] My spelling, punctuation and syntax are sinful. As in all things for the past 40 years, the TG gets me out of trouble and makes sure I’m wearing clean underwear and haven’t dribbled down my T-shirt. . (Crumbs, Peabrain, steady on! Lo, TG Ed.) A problem that is getting worse by the way… that and being easily distracted.

What is fascinating is the number of contacts you make all around the world. As any blogger knows, one of the greatest pleasures is receiving comments. From the ones that have obviously been left in a hurry to the ones that make you crack up with laughter.

It is very re-assuring to see how different people are and at the same time to see the common ground that is shared.

The Blogosphere is a huge world that’s worth dipping your toe in.

And now as Daddy Papersurfer would say “Are there any toasted tea cakes left?
There are? Oh that’s a shame, I don’t really like them”.

The Devil’s in the detail and I believe that I’m handing over all my rights to this blog by responding to this invitation. Normally I would have refused but Diogenes is such a good avatar and Quasi Fictional is such a clever name for a blog that I couldn’t resist.

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