My first go on the internet...

[Pastis]

One of the things that used to happen when I was growing up was every Christmas Eve, the parents would throw caution to the wind and phone up Dad's brother and wife in Oz. It was a short but very excitable conversation and we'd each get a chance to say hello and ask inane questions ~ What's the weather like? etc.
After the Christmas greetings were exchanged the phone was put down and we'd all sit there in awe of the technology and trying to imagine barbies on the beach...

By 'eck. T'information super highway eh?

[Snoopy]

Indeed ~ such progress eh?

In the early fifties my Aunt, who lived on the eastern side of Southampton used to send us a postcard in the 0930 post to say she was coming to tea ~ that day. We lived on the opposite side of the town. Mother would get the Post Card in the afternoon post and by the time the old duck had arrived for tea (3.30pm prompt) everything would be ready.
I have just received an email from a mate who lives opposite, asking me if my email system is working as his seems to be going very slowly ~ he sent it at 0730 this morning.

[Pastis]

                        

[Snoopy]

                       

As my late father would have said "I don't know whether to laugh, cry or piss meself"

[Pastis]

The person whom I've known longest outside immediate family and communicate with rationally (I think that means friend) has been living in subtropical Queensland for the last twenty years or so. Email comms go back and forth on an almost weekly basis and for that I owe Tim Berners Lee a huge debt of gratitude. We don't know if we'll ever see each other again but the friendship is alive and well ~ something that dwindles all too often with the passing years.

[Snoopy]

Well I do feel that I have made friends here. Certainly I "talk" to more people than I otherwise would.

By the way ~ who is that statue and where is it? It's driving me mad trying to place it.

[TG]

PS ~ Note the new signature 

I havent got a signature. 

[TG]

Good griefio

Is this the Home for the Confused?

Yes. A cake is a cake and a train is train. Never shall the two mix. 

[Darwins Selection]

imagine barbies on the beach...

Or Kens in the ladies case of course.

[TG]

One of the things that used to happen when I was growing up was every Christmas Eve, the parents would throw caution to the wind and phone up Dad's brother and wife in Oz. It was a short but very excitable conversation and we'd each get a chance to say hello and ask inane questions ~ What's the weather like? etc.
After the Christmas greetings were exchanged the phone was put down and we'd all sit there in awe of the technology and trying to imagine barbies on the beach...

By 'eck. T'information super highway eh?

In our house it was the USA being phoned. My folks would then get drunk trying not to think about the phone bill. This would be AFTER they had already got drunk so as not to worry about the phone bill.

[Snoopy]

imagine barbies on the beach...

Or Kens in the ladies case of course.

Wassa point of Ken? ~ he's got no willy.

[Darwins Selection]

imagine barbies on the beach...

Or Kens in the ladies case of course.

Wassa point of Ken? ~ he's got no willy.

Barbie is equally neuter I understand.

[Pastis]

Well I do feel that I have made friends here. Certainly I "talk" to more people than I otherwise would.

By the way ~ who is that statue and where is it? It's driving me mad trying to place it.

It's a statue of Jaques Tati which I've reversed.


I imagine it's overlooking a beach in western France trying to make sense of what's going on... but I don't know 
I'll research further 

[Snoopy]

At first I thought



But realised that it could not be so have been going through all those I know of in a similar vein.


Both statues are equally evocative of the person now that I know who yours is ~ I'm thinking "Oh, Of Course" 

[TG]

Who is it?