There are two kinds of readers on my blog.

Those I have slept with and those I want ……………… um never mind, that has changed now.

Seriously, I believe I have some new readers on my blog so I want to take a moment to acknowledge them. I spent hours practicing typing this song so my typing should be pitch-perfect.

Sung in my best typing voice………with apologies to Oliver :-)

Consider yourself at home.
Consider yourself one of the family.
We've taken to you so strong.
It's clear we're going to get along.
Consider yourself well in
Consider yourself part to the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare.
Who cares? Whatever we've going we share!

If it should chance to be
We should see
Some harder days
Empty larder days
Why grouse?
Always a-chance we'll meet
Somebody
To foot the bill
Then the drinks are on the house!
Consider yourself our mate.
We don't want to have no fuss,
For after some consideration, we can state...
Consider yourself
One of us!

All together on the Chorus now

Consider yourself at home.
Consider yourself one of the family.
We've taken to you so strong.
It's clear we're going to get along.
Consider yourself well in
Consider yourself part to the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare.
Who cares? Whatever we've going we share!

And once more …………………with feeling

Consider yourself at home.
Consider yourself one of the family.
We've taken to you so strong.
It's clear we're going to get along.
Consider yourself well in
Consider yourself part to the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare.
Who cares? Whatever we've going we share!

Aunty Dot, Uncle Doug, Mom Dad, welcome to my online world. Aunty Dot, know that you have been much in my thoughts. Let it be said again, in all sincerity welcome. It is nice to have you on board.

Gavin, Gloria, it is good to be in touch and welcome. I hope we can get together in real time and not just in Cyberspace

Tjaart, welkom. Die blog kort so ‘n bietjie Afrikaanse cultuur. (My spell checker just had a cadenza on that last sentence)

Sandy, again I say welcome. For you and others out there HNT outtakes are available on request ;-)

HNT, for those who want to know stands for Half Nekkid (sic) Thursdays. It was a web project, started with a basic guideline that you were to post a picture of yourself or someone you know. The picture does not have to include any nudity, and not all of mine do. It started as a bit of a lark, but grew into a popular web phenomenon. Rather eye opening was how many people it helped deal with and assortment of body/image issues. (I include myself there). For anyone who wants to know, the pictures featured on this blog are indeed of me.

To rest of the gang: Butterfly, Jane, Katt, Boet, M and a Pixie and a Troll or two. You are always welcome and thank you for just being there. For the record the Nome De Plumes are not just there to protect the innocent :-) . It’s a virtual world and people can be whomever they want to be. Captain-Equestria, did seem like a more likely superhero to me than Captain-Underpants.

Knowing my readership could now potentially include an older and respected generation, (mom and dad included) left me thinking would I censor what I post going forward. I could not do that. To do that would take away my integrity and leave me wretched.

Content here maybe be raw, risqué or contentious. It is what it is though, I will not change it. Any and all comments are welcome. If I will not censor myself, I will not censor you. This includes the older and respected generation. Anonymous commentary is also welcome.

So in wrapping this up, since I am actually been paid to work, not pander to an audience ;-) I am going to propose a virtual toast to one and all. Giving credit where it is due, I learnt this toast from my Boet. It should appeal to those of us who suffer from Gaelic Enchantment Syndrome.

So if you would please charge your glasses, cups of tea, cups of coffee, hip flask, and the energade bottle in the corner over there.

“Here’s to us
There’s min like us.
And the others are all dead.
SLANJOVA!”

*Insert your clinking sounds here.* I have no idea what “SLANJOVA!” means. It does sound grand to say it though, and the more you drink the grander it sounds.

You all take care of you.