It's a very small world.
This world is a lot smaller than I thought.
Now you all know about my pals Ron and Dick who are into the Internet thing.
Now they have some dealings with a bloke called Michele [Yes. A bloke. Apparently he’s touchy about that]. He has a blog.
Now Michele employs George who doesn’t have a blog that I know about, but they all work in a place called Blacknight.
Now, George is engaged to Elly who has a blog.
We all have mothers [except George W. He came out from under a stone somewhere in Texas].
Now Elly, of course has a mother called Grannymar who has a blog.
And Grannymar fancies me because she wants me to wear makeup.
And so the circle is complete.
Me – Dick – Michele – George – Elly – Grannymar – back to me again.
And it is all coincidence. I never asked Elly to get engaged to George [and the very best of luck to them, by the way] and have met neither. I have never met Grannymar except through my blogging. I think I saw Michele once, but that might have been someone else.
I think that is weird.
A note here to Grannymar: I’m very sorry, but I’m spoken for. Herself might complain. But there again………. if you are a blogger, you are unlikely to complain about the amount of time I spend at the keyboard, so maybe I can arrange something?
Hi Grandad, Six degrees of separation all within the Island of Ireland, that’s rare, usually it’s less 😀
Thanks for your good wishes on my (and Elly’s) impending nuptuals.
I have been reading your blog for a good while now and it never fails to bring a smile to my face, keep up the good work.
George
Nice to meet you George, and the best to you and Elly.
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It’s the old story here – kick one person and everyone limps!!
Grandad, thank you for your congratulations, we’re really looking forward to the wedding, even with all the planning ahead of us!
I’m not sure if you’re really grannymar’s type – she usually chases after toyboys!
George does have a blog, alas he broke it last year but the lovely Niall from Blacknight fixed it yesterday for him so hopefully he’ll start using it again!
Grandad I knew a fella once who put Mascara on his chest hair! Do you think he had a problem?
P.S.
I limp. Can I blame George?
Amazingly it is a less less than 2.5 degrees of separation in this modern world. 6 was the first result but better tests a few years later showed it was less than 2..5
“Iâm not sure if youâre really grannymarâs type – she usually chases after toyboys!”
That’s me out then. Herself will be pleased.
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“I limp. Can I blame George?”
You have a lot to learn. Eventually you will blame everything on George.
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I have, in my time met Gay Byrne, Pat The Plank and Mary Robinson. Between the three of them they have met everyone. So I am only 1 degree of separation. The price of fame!