There are quite a few sites in my reader thingy that I read whenever they write something.

Some of them write every day.  Some write less frequently.  Some don't write at all [but I leave them there for sentimental reasons].  Some write stuff that is occasionally interesting.  Some write stuff that is always worth a read.

Recently I started noticing a badge appearing on some of my favourite sites – "A Martin Scriblerus Blog".  What the fuck was that about?  I followed the link.

Sure enough, there was a list of some of my respected sites, some that I had heard of and even some I had never heard of.  I live a sheltered life.  It looked interesting but membership was by invitation only – a closed club, a bit like the Masons.

I thought of writing to them asking for membership, but that would be groveling and I would never do that.

I thought of sending them a cheque in a brown envelope, but that would be bribery and I would never do that.

I got an email yesterday.  Naturally I have to redact some of the contents as they are somewhat private.

Dear Grandad,

We would like to invite you to join Martin Scriblerus, and enclose details and an image to display on your site.  We are inviting you on the one condition that you stop sending us those damned emails.  148 of them is a bit over the top!


The Scriblerus Team.

P.S.  The cheque bounced.

I confess to being more than a little flattered.  They have yet to send me the details of the secret handshakes, and baring my chest and all that shit and I admit I'm a little nervous about that.

I wonder if they realise that by adding my name they have lowered the standard of membership by 80%?

If not, then they soon will.

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Martin Scriblerus — 18 Comments

  1. It brings such a breadth of experience and new dimension to the 'club' it's difficult to convey. There's some genuine talent on that list.

    • Welcome James!  Indeed there are some whose names I dare not even whisper.  It's great to know I have a bunch of new neighbours here in the mountains that I can drop in to and have a cuppa and a chat.

  2. I don't know if Martin Scriblerus members have cloven hooves, are trouser rollers or are on a nodding relationship with the guys in Room 20157 at Langley. To keep yourself on an even keel Grandad, it might be a cautious policy to remember that Groucho Marx declined to join any club that would have him as a member.

  3. Well, congra congradul congradula fair play to you, sir! Though make sure your check is good next time? It will save you a few bucks of bounced check fees.

    Heh, last badge I got for my old blog was "The Dog's Bollix". Can't quite recall where that came from now… 😉

    • "….last badge I got for my old blog was "The Dog's Bollix".  Can't quite recall where that came from now…."   

      The dog, perhaps?

        • Indeed. After country funerals around Ireland, it is customary for old acquaintances of the dear departed to repair to a village pub and reminisce. "He wasn't a bad ould bollocks", is a complimentary pious utterance, followed by the raising of pint glasses and the ordering of another round from the barman.

  4. The new "Skill and Bones-to-Pick" Club © eh?  ðŸ˜€  


    Internet weirdness won't let me post this.  See if attempt numero 3 works….

    • Internet weirdness indeed!  How the hell did you manage to get from the UK to France in two minutes?  You could make a fortune out of that and put the ferries and the Channel Tunnel out of business in one stroke.

  5. Bugger granddad, why haven't I been invited to this exclusive club? I will scribble a missive off to them straight away demanding entry. I'm sure they will see the error of their ways and award Premium membership in keeping my exalted status and medication cycle.

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