All Change!

No, my train hasn't just pulled into Crewe railway station. Instead, not wishing to deprive my girlie fans any longer of their need to run their eyes (and other things) over my gorgeous avatar, I have this weekend ventured away from my island retreat and back into the world of SL. And how things have changed in SL Dublin!

The management team at Dublin has been completely re-structured and, purely coincidentally, the sims are now using a new security system which is, it would seem, controversial.

For my own part, I'm content to accept the assurances given that this system does not (as some allege) invade privacy by collecting and logging IP addresses. You can perhaps take some comfort in this respect by asking yourself whether I've ever been proved wrong? When I asked myself that question, my answer was positive.

My web-browsing has also disclosed to me that as a result of his support of the new security system, Smitty Boyau, the long-standing Dublin Security Manager, is gaining a certain notoriety over at SLU .

I've also been given a list (sadly much too long to publish here) of the partnerings, un-partnerings, and re-partnerings that have taken place in Dublin over the last month. Well done to all those who've managed several entries on that list!

In the midst of what can appear to be quite radical change, it's comforting to know that things such as the SL partnering merry-go-round will always continue unabated.  

A Day to Remember

It's exactly a month since my last post. You might assume that in that month I'd been so busy inworld that I'd been unable to find the time to post and, if so, you'd be wrong.



For reasons I'm presently discussing with my psychiatrist, I've become a recluse, rarely venturing from the confines of my SL island home. Believing myself to be Dr. Doolittle, my principal communication in SL now consists of exchanging chirps with my meeroos. Chirp, chirp, birt, as they say! Too funny, huh? I tell you, they sure know how to tell a joke! As you might perhaps have anticipated, I've also discovered that their artificial intelligence and communication skills compare favourably with the intelligence and communication skills of many SL residents. 

During my period as a recluse, I've missed out on all the Halloween events. I even managed to forget that 3rd November was my 4th rez day! However, I have (notwithstanding my mental state, chirp, chirp, birt) remembered that today in the UK is Armistice Day (being the anniversary of the armistice which ended the First World War), our equivalent of Veterans' Day in the US.

In contrast with Halloween and my own rez day, 11th November is, I think, a day well worth remembering.   

Nina

As soon as logged into SL this evening I received an IM from one of my my fans, Nina Brandenburg. I like Nina because she appears to agree with me when I tell her that I'm a normal man in a world full of idiots.

Nina told me that she was about to stand in for a green frog who couldn't make it and invited me over to join her in the Blarney Stone pub in Dublin. An image of Ninja Nina flashed across my mind. However, when I arrived I saw Nina, sat on a stool on the stage, holding a microphone in her hand. There's wasn't a frog or turtle to be seen.

Nina sings! And very nicely too. Usually at the Savoy Jazz Club, when I'm asleep in bed.

One Foot in the Grave

My encounter yesterday with Bastard prompted me to pay a visit (my first for 2 weeks or so) to the Wild Coast Naturist Resort which is where Bastard used to work as a guard. Thankfully the guards employed there nowadays are somewhat more attractive than Bastard, and I was lucky enough to time my visit to when my friend, the curvaceous WonderWoman Sapphire, was on duty. 

WonderWoman

WonderWoman let slip a few weeks ago that the notes she has made against my profile read: "Victor Meldrew" Who is Victor Meldrew? . Now many might smart at being likened to such a character, but I actually find him rather endearing and think WonderWoman's association perceptive.

Love Eggs!

Saturday evening UK time (1-3 pm SLT) saw me, as it usually does, at Fibber Magees in Dublin 3 to listen to my good friend, the delightful Leona Ohanlon, DJ-ing.

Leo and yours truly

Leo, for those who don't know her, has the most amazing, if not "stimulating", speaking voice. I'd always struggled to describe the sound of her voice in words, until a couple of weeks ago, after I'd commented on it in local chat, a woman piped up to observe: "She sounds as if she's sat on a love egg." A quite perfect description!

Anyway, yesterday evening, as the music was playing, and my impossibly handsome avatar was "strutting his stuff" on the dance floor in the midst of the 20 to 30 people present, Leo contacted me:

[14:50] Leona OHanlon: oi
[14:50] Leona OHanlon: hahah
[14:50] Leona OHanlon: got worried here
[14:50] Ian Undercroft: Why?
[14:50] Leona OHanlon: [14:47] Bastard: I am looking at ian's ass
[14:47] Bastard: and I seen that naked plenty in my past sl life
[14:48] Leona OHanlon: ians ass?
[14:49] Bastard: yeah

I looked across the dance-floor and saw the aptly (display) named Bastard standing by the bar; a dark and brooding male avatar, dressed all in black. I realised immediately that I did, indeed, know him, although it must have been over 2 years since I'd last seen him. As unlikely as, no doubt, it seemed to Leo, what Bastard had told her was perfectly true!

Isn't it difficult on occasions to explain away your past online activities?!