davesdistrictblog: up and running at last...or waddling purposefully in the right direction thanks to Costa Coffee

Sunday, 18 November 2007

up and running at last...or waddling purposefully in the right direction thanks to Costa Coffee

So here we go then, scorching into cyberspace all the way from Barnetby le Wold, thanks to a mid-morning shot of caffeine. Popped into Waterstones (Hull) on Saturday for said mocha and just happened to meet up with Rob Miles (University of Hull computing and electronics guru ) who was doing same. 20 mins later I had learned how a good dose of blogging could cure the I haven't updated my District web-page for yonks syndrome. So here I am: good on yer Rob!

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Mike J19 November 2007 at 11:08
Congratulations on getting launched David.
I look forward to visiting the blog regularly.
God Bless
Mike
http://wintertonchap.blogspot.com/
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Sunday, 18 November 2007

up and running at last...or waddling purposefully in the right direction thanks to Costa Coffee

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