" Mr. Bruner's experience is typical of many who have waded into the thrilling and sometimes perilous world of blogging."

Exciting times. The same was true of newsgroups (Usenet) you do need to be careful who you write about, and how you name people. If you want to be truly stupid, or have a need to talk behind other peoples' backs then you'd be discrete. These people are truly stupid or need to 'out' whatever.

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Belay that order, helm.

We've run into a bit of an internet storm in deepest Telford. I lost my 2 meg broadband connection all of Sunday. It was flaky Friday, up and down Saturday and off from midnight to midnight Sunday.

So no outages Monday morning, probably not till Thursday.

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Of course, we start in the big park. We start in one of the gardens, feeding the fish, off to the adventure playground, into the kiddies, park, thence to the little fair. Thankfully, many were unmanned.

Some pix from indoors before we set out on our Sunday adventure. I do some Scrabble with Esme. At last, I find something she'll do with me as part of my educate the kids current gig.

The Telford Steam Railway Museum Esme gets a bit scared here. Who can blame her, they are huge when you get up close, and the stink of old machine oil must be over powering her their noses. We first take the model train railway, and pretend to be trains, going woo-woo, chuff-a-chuff, the whole bit, as we whizz around the tracks.

The view of the Severn's flood plain between Cressage and Buildwas. In the Autumn, I'll get some of the floods, it's an impressive contrast.

Deep sighs for me here. I'd love to be able to pop up here for a couple of hours. But the minimum ticket is four hours, and really, it ain't worth doing for less. I just can't seem to steal 5 hours to do it. Time!	Such a gin clear day, I could see trout swimming past, soon to be scared off by me pointing them out to Esme, who threw big stones at them. Hours of fun throwing big stones into deep water. Sometimes I join in too.

The pub we always call into. The landlady came out to see Bradley, last time we spoke, Bradley had been born a few days earlier. Now he is going on three. They had a wicked time, pulling faces, playing look at that, while I pinched Bradley's crisps. Esme taught him not to turn around, no matter how inducing I was to be. Then he learnt to trick me and steal my beer.

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