Wednesday, December 3, 2008
In a balloon with an unknown blond-haired woman
I was working away at my desk when I received a message saying that Phoebe Puddlegum
was sitting on one of the beanbags in my property in Second Life.
I got there as quickly as possible and found this, frankly, rather tarty woman slouched in front of my "Girl with Peaches' by Serov. I'd never seen her in my life.
I acted politely, though,because I gathered Phoebe had some connection with TEFL.
After showing her round my place I took her to see Nik Peachey's house, just two or three away from mine.
After a while "Time to fly", I thought, and we flew off towards Gavin Dudeney's. And I lost her. I flew around and looked and called, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Eventually, she turned up and as we chatted she decided to do something about her appearance. (She turned away from me and stretched out her arms and legs. Odd). She got her old hair off (Detach) but could not get anything on in its place.
But with a lot of covering talk from me she emerged with blond hair and looked altogether more comely. I spent a lot of time getting her on my "Friends" list- (A technical arrangement, no emotion involved)- and we wondered where to go off to. I suggested the SL Boracay Island and we went there and had a balloon ride. It was a bit tricky getting her back to my place because I kept getting the Boracay SLURL instead of my own in EduNation. In the end, we managed just in time. My wife had been out for the evening and I'm not sure how she would have reacted if she'd found me in a balloon with an unknown blond-haired woman.
As we were taking our fond farewells, I noticed a young fellow standing under a tree and walking backwards and forwards between the bridge and my villa. When Phoebe had left, he returned and I thought: "Now I'm going to be mugged, but it won't hurt because this is SL and you are not you you are just a set of files called Osnacantab Nesterov.
"Hi", I said and it turned out that the young lad was a very friendly Tigran Tiponi, if I got that right, whose parents prefer to call him Chris.
[The timing on this blog is on the blink. It is actually, my time, 23:38 ]