The obvious answer is because you like what you are reading, or looking at, but you can’t think of anything to comment about. You just want the blog owner to know you were there. Gives you a nice, warm fluffy feeling and it gives him or her a nice, warm fluffy feeling. Ah, bless, warm fluffy feelings all round.
Of course for the more focused, intense, driven blogger, there is another reason. You want the recipient, or any other visitors to the post you ‘liked’, to click on your ‘Gravatar’; your little picture or emblem that identifies you in the blogosphere (dreadful word, should have been taken out and shot).
But what happens when you click on a Gravatar? You get something like this:
Before there was Selfridges, Sears, JCPenney, John Lewis or Nordstrom there was Allders. Allders was a department store in my part of the world that stood the test of time, right up until this Autumn.
As a child I rode my bike into town with friends and hung around the shopping precinct which Allders fronted and got in trouble with the security men for riding up to the plate glass windows and doing skids, bouncing off the glass. It wasn’t us though, it was some other kids, honest.
Anyway, Allders, which had been around since 1862, had been in trouble for years. It was old school – marbled floors, wooden display cabinets and rickety old escalators. And it was filled with stuff that you could get on the internet. It had no chance.
We took a last tour of the old lady:
I’d just like to start by saying we were shafted with this gem. On the box it says ‘New Innovation’. That should have flagged up a big red ‘NO’. I mean innovation is, by definition, new. So this thing was never going to do what it said on the can. Or box. And what is it that it is supposed to do? Grate (or shred) things – cheese mostly but also nuts, vegetables – almost anything.
I’m trying not to become a GB (Games Bore) but this I could not resist. London Olympians are being treated to ‘Olympic Lanes’ – dedicated traffic lanes only officials and athletes can use when driving to and from events.
Like it isn’t hard enough to get round the Capital anyway! However the chaps and chapesses that have come up with this amazing logistical solution seem to have cut a few corners:
For my 30th (40th) birthday (ha!ha! – it’s funny how the older you get the funnier the jokes about how old you aren’t getting, get, right?) my wife took me to the BBC Good Food Show in our great second city, Birmingham. Here’s a short clip of us arriving in Birmingham on a lovely summer’s day in the UK. It reminds me of Atlanta. I went there once and it did this.