10 days with no conversation! Time to break the ice.

Is it that cold where you are, Phil?

We haven't had a general poetry game for a while. At the moment there's just Wretchedly Difficult Poetry and Slightly Less Wretchedly Difficult Poetry, both at Orange, taking about a year per poem. Shall I compare us to a plate of eels?

[Software] It was, until this evening when we got our central heating fixed - oh frabjous day!

[Raak] Better that than a surfeit of lampreys.

[Raak] Aren't Glo-worms and Limericks enough for you?

[Kim] Ok, but apart from the glow-worms and limericks...and haiku...

We could come up with a poetry form that combines all three ... the glimmeraiku ...

[Jim] Now you're being ridiculous.

[Cross-post] There is a somewhat late notice proposal for pilg-type goodness up at Orange, do drop in and say hello.

The last three lines of this verse
Form a nice haiku
By using five-seven-five
As they always do

Also, it's instructional... :]

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Fog, actually. A rather warm and very wet one for the last 24 hours or so. Not terribly thick; I can see about 250 yd. It's low cloud, because places like Heathrow and Gatwick have only got a bit of mist. The air above the fog is even warmer and if it were to clear the temperature would shoot up to over 20°C in no time. It may happen tomorrow.

It didn't. It was just more fog, not terribly thick but we've now had 52 hours of it and everything is dripping. Previously invisible cobwebs are everywhere. Down at the pub, being 400 ft lower, they wonder what I'm on about. They always wonder what I'm on about.