2. How can I know - ascertain - how much is left for me? I've started uploading some Audio stuff....looks like quite a few MB...am I right?
3. Can someone point me to a place where I can learn bout this - the 100MB proviso?
Thanks.....
Probaly a few here are getting "random", unassociated comments and its tiresome to have to delete them.
Wouldn't it be nice just to block that user from commenting.
We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy - but because they are hard!
One thing has always intrigued me about this, and that is what are/were "the other things"?
It has always struck me as a bit too vague to be included in that sentence considering the enormity of the task of going to the Moon.
I'm particularly keen to be able to get in touch with the BCUK Customer Services Manager to discuss the tagging fiasco. Does anyone know if such a person exists or how to contact them?
It's all very well talking to Rampage, Cyzzie etc. who do a fine job at the sharp end, but on this occasion we need answers from higher up the management chain.
Thanks, Tom.
(Edit): These are the 2 managers:
http://www.blog.de/user/florian/
http://www.blog.de/user/vasco/
Vasco joined in on a discussion here:
http://armchairrevolutionaries.blog.co.uk/2009/11/05/mokono-company-aims-7312522/
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]]>Useful tabs had vanished completely - Recent Posts along with Groups.
No more Buzz or Featured Blogs - Who’s on Line etcetera whatever!
I followed the Link to recent posts - Ninety percent were spam.
All in all I can’t help feeling that Blog UK has lost it’s way!
Is it just me - Am I overreacting - Did somebody mention Tags?
Adam ... x
]]>The other day , I got a new mobile phone, my second ever and things have progressed over the past 5 years 
Can anyone tell me how to download a ring tone? Is it complicated ? What does it entail? Will I be able to do it myself ?
The ringtones on my phone ( samsung GT-E2120 ) are quite boring but I have found a site that send free ringtones and this one is a bollywood one at that. It is actually a lovely mantra 
http://www.zedge.net/ringtones/694338/gayatri-mantra-ringtone/?pos=9&search=om
There's also a nice deep OMm there.
Thank you in advance
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]]>Were motorways numbered in the order that they were built?
The M1 is the oldest motorway and is 50 years old but did the M2 come next followed by the M3?
My OH says the M69 was built before the M40 though so if they weren't done in order, why on earth were they numbered as they have been??
]]>How can people do this?? It says the firms name and then (visitor).
]]>But I don't know how to put them in, if you get me. Do I have to do anything with them before I put them in? Is there a trick to it?
]]>If someone has subscribed to my blog but isn't on my friends list (at least I don't think they are because I thought friends show up with their username if they subscribe)
can they see any posts I make if they are friends only???
(hope that makes sense)
]]>The Porpoises by John Gurney.
Plutarch would have called it suicide,
some strange ancestral yearning of the school
that drove them to the harbour, past the bar,
then left them, beached and squealing, on the rocks,
abandoned by the quick ebb of the tide
that slides out through the darkness. Here they lay,
bleeding, overheating, as their calls
went whistling to each other through the sea,
the free ones swimming back towards the lost
till they turn were stranded, and the men
came wading from the village, torches high
to finish them with cleavers. After all,
such creatures were the gift of Providence,
pig-fish from the ocean, porpoises
their blunt heads and their countershaded sides
sent in to feed the village. That they lived
as harmless young children on the deep
would court the running hull upon the foam,
rush at it head on, to rub its sides
with amounts of rough vigour - fawned on men,
and lifted them from drownding in the waves,
mourned in deep affliction if they died,
was scarcely to the point. Life was hard,
the women three parts starving, and the beasts
condemed to die, exhausted, by their own
irrational compulsion. Nonetheless
the sheer fact of their killing seems a crime,
intrudes on my awareness every time
I think about creation,on its Cause,
the link with mutilation that distorts
the bond of pure dependence: and at dusk,
especially in the blue gloss of the mud
thrusts above the grey silt of the tide
I feel myself accused, and in my mind
act out my reparation: Drag them down
haul them by the tail flukes or snout
towards the deeper water: hold them up,
their skin tough as rubber, smooth as wrack,
the warm air of their blowholes on my arms,
until, their strength returning, off they plunge
in great leaps past the headland. Watch them go,
the slow heave of their undulating backs
departing like a groundswell through the waves
in synchronised perfection, till they float
at rest beneath the moonlight, with each head
a map of echo-shadows, as they hang
transparent to the uproar of the deep.
This is a beautiful, but sad story of something that seems to happen to Whales, Dolphins and Porpoises. The poem captures the reality.
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