One of the oddest emails to pop up in my email last week was
entitled: Red Alert, Daily Deals from The Warehouse. Now, at
first I could only see Red Alert and I wondered aloud why on
earth the Labour Party had emailed me at my private address
and what it was all about.
Some things just need repeating. Last week,
#songsfromthesouthisland took hold of the Twitter universe
and an email from a reader of Mackline prompted me to revisit
some of the songs submitted during the night.
The sign that impressed me most in on a recent visit to China
was the one warning me that using the internet could damage
my health. By clicking on to the world wide web, I
acknowledged those health dangers in deciding to continue.
In four years I have written 17 personal cheques - you know
the ones, bits of paper where you write the amount in words
and figures and sign your name at the bottom. Invariably, I
try to pay everything I can online.
Lately, I have been having bad dreams. Apparently, we all
dream at times through our sleep but I never seem remember
them. But this past month, the dreams have been vivid,
perhaps even lucid, and remembered - and that is not a good