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cloggo: Must try and post something sensible soon, something deep and philosophical like Jude does. Still if I did folk would think someone had hacked my blog.

How about we swap passwords and blogs for a day, Cloggo, to get a real appreciation of each other’s “work” on here? I would find it almost impossible to be you; in fact I’d never pull it off … so vive la difference, as the Normans used to say.

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Wishing you a great year ahead and hoping it will include another trip to Oz.

lots of love Jude xoxo

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"The old boy took one look at the managers office and made himself right at home" - Li’s Blog Roll

Make yourself at home here too, old boy.

To those not in the know, this is Cloggo unmasked, a very rare candid picture of a living treasure.

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Getting Pernickety

Cloggo writes:

I can see I’m on a long hard road finding footwear for pernickity Perky Boobs …


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… though I feel sure the riding crop that comes with them will appeal to Nana Tourettes if not to kind hearted Dink herself


And tks, Cloggo. I now have a new nick for Dink — Pernickety Boobs

(captured your trademark zz too; always the sign of an authentic “Cloggo”)


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Tindink flew out of Australia last night after her second long stay, with only eight months at home in the UK in between.

While back in the (to her) miserable, cold, wet and gloomy UK she had longed to be here in the sun and among cheerier people – and back she came!
In spite of frustration at times with internet connections and losing contact with people she loves, she did absolutely blossom here!

She will blanch when she reads these words in a day or two, wondering what’s coming next and I do like to keep her guessing … so what am I going to tell them about you, Dink?


OK, this photo taken by Greg (Peciacake) shows our readers what a sweetheart and sweet heart you are, and what an impish smile you have; no need to mention that.

I’m going to talk to them about other things, so avert your eyes.


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Through Dink I have met some fantastic people, such as her daughter, son-in-law and grandson, and our friends Greg and Dianne.
Actually, Dink and I only met G and D on this trip but the four of us bonded like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice, since we shared a hotel suite on our first two nights together!



Greg was just a good internet friend until we all met up last October, but since then he and his wife and Dink and I have loved getting together and I smile when I remember how good Greg was in bed.
And out of it!
What I really meant to say is that Greg has a great bedside manner, but you’ve got to get the suggestion of sex into it to hold people’s attentions on these networks, I find; especially the young ones.

Fact is, Dink and I were given a queen bed on that first night “together” (on this trip) and she absolutely put her foot down about it!
I am not sleeping with you, she said, and rang hotel reception.
Separate beds were arranged and we have never shared more than a hug since.
She does like a big hug though.



But I am not going to tell you anything private and personal about Tindink except that she is more than the sum of her parts as shown in her internet play spaces here and there, and she is popular, both online and IRL, because she is genuinely benevolent and also a very attentive friend.

If you weren’t hearing from her personally as much as usual over the last five months, rest assured it was only because her lifestyle was different here. She was busy with family, or on the move — but never stopped asking me how various SU friends were and what she was missing.

When she gets home she has a lot of people to catch up with, 700 photos to go through and a bunch of forms to fill out.
Greg has already decided she must live in Miranda, in the southern suburbs of Sydney, and I can point her to a craft and scrapbooking shop there too. The arrangement seems perfect.


Conulla Beach photographed by Greg


Distances in Australia, and even Sydney, are large.
It was a two-hour trip yesterday, for example, from near the centre of the city, where I live, to Cronulla Beach, where we spent our last day. It’s not like my old home city in NZ where 20 minutes is a long commute.

Neither Dink nor I drive (at least I haven’t for 20 years), but Greg stepped into the breach a few times these past couple of months and got us about. But he didn’t just get us about, he got us laughing, talking and listening as well.

I have to tell you he has been a treasure!
I laugh thinking of his goofy grin, and at his wry and mischievous humour; but am also fascinated with his stories of a completely different experience of life than my own.
He is quite unusual for an Aussie guy in being – er sorry, average Aussie guys – interesting, intelligent and well-read, although like them in being very friendly and unpretentious.

Dink was and is a national Treasure with a cap T – so nicknamed by our Cloggo, who thinks the world of her — but Greg and his sweetheart of a wife were fabulous new “finds” for me as well from these last few months.


Tiny companions photographed by Greg photographed by Dink


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Here (left) and there (right), and coming soon to Tumblr as well, we hope

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