There is further news on the Urld Spice world of things. It and, indeed we, has its very own Urld Spice Facebook page!
Huzzah and Hurrah for all this modern techno-ology. It brings joy to all our faces.
Simply type Urld Spice into your bookfaced search bar and tick the hearty thumbs up!
Much Love
LW
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One has a set of dirty posh gentleman’s footwear. I’m a little disgusted at myself for allowing this state of affairs to arise. I’m quite an outdoors man as it is but that does not mean I should be wearing my smartest leather toe covers for a jaunt in the woods.
This is really just a slice text to tell myself off with so when I read it back in future I can remind myself how silly I was in the past.
If you have been affected by any of the issues featured in this short blog feel free to write to your local Member of Parliament or Representative.
Best
LW
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Urld Spice seems to have jolly well taken off splendidly since a few friends re-posted it on that Facebook and Twitter.
One has even had Bob Mortimer get in touch to say that he enjoyed after it was sent to him by a few chums. Bloody great praise is that. One also appeared on the front page and within the leaves of The Journal all near nude in a recreation the ad that was shot by a professional photographer. It was quite cold that day but sunny enough to allow for about thirty minutes of toplessness.
BBC Radio Newcastle gave me a live on air interview too which no doubt further boosted the viewings.
As it stands, all the shares and publicity has genereted over 13,000 hits and is still rising even after two weeks. I will have to make more videos soon to capitalise on this and keep interest in the page and the silly videos therein.
Lots of possibility with all the good publicity. Nearly rhymes that. One mustn’t sit on one’s laurels.
Ever onwards
LW
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I have been given dot com status. This is another part of the changes that’ll be going on around on this blo…site! Yes, very happy man indeed to able to own this domain name and now be placed third in your average Lord Warkworth Google search, after my good Twittery self in second and a certain historical Percy in first. Rightly so. I’ve not earned the top spot yet.
We shall see. I’ll be developing this space so it more than just some weird bleating spot and try to make something serious happen. I don’t know what yet but believe I may try to monetize if possible.
I make many promises with this page. This is going to stick.
Yours officially
Lordwarkworth.com
LW
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UPDATE: First little changes have occurred in the side bar. Less from the Wireless feed and a optional follow button should folk wish to dally in the Lord Warkworth Twittersphere. The email subscription option has moved up from the bottom of the bar to under the Mini-Bio. Finally the Archive is now renamed Passed Scribblings.
Baby steps my dears. There was an experiment with a “Sponsor the WWF” advert but, sadly, it kept crashing the page and pretty much the whole damned computer. I’ll try with another widget as soon as I can.
It has taken on another appearance. Rather less drastic than the last change I enacted as this is what can be known as an “update”; whereby the author of my other layout went and tweaked the thing and wondered whether I’d like to use that instead. Well I have done and it is better. The page is wider for a start so less wasted space, I did indeed think that the colossal margins could have been added to, so the author added more page.
He/She/They might have been more adventurous and embedded something there…or is that up to me?
I’m told it is up to me to do all that. Well pah! I’ll make sure I do something more in my own margins. Maybe there’s an ink splat app or widget. The very reason why I went with this look in the first place was that it resembled an old parchment, so yes an ink splat or pagey-doodley thing would be great. It’d be more like what how I does innit write in real life; ie with mad etchings and scribbles covering every spare inch of the page.
If you’re reading this Mr/Mrs Author/ess I’d like things like I have just mentioned and I don’t want to have to be the one to activate them.
Actually don’t worry, I’ll get sick of them cluttering my site and making splat or whoop noises.
Jeez, some people are never happy.
LW
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We’re off absconding from parental duties today so we can enjoy Scotland’s princely Capitol city and witness Ths Arcade Fire dish out their fine tunes within the grounds of the high seated castle.
I might have a few glasses of Port on the train going up to oil the cogs as the coastal scenery passes us by.
I might well have many more on arrival at Waverly station.
May the fun begin…first though, one more nappy change.
Ciao
LW
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There be a vertitable platter of sport this Banker’ Holiday. I am currently enjoying the highlighted eventing from World Athletics Championships from the Orient. I understand there is also a brace of high stakes soccer matches playing at sometime this afternoon, Manchesterton Unified versus Woolwich Arsenal and City of Manchesterton versus…well some provincial hopefuls I’m sure.
It is however that most high-tec of motorsports, First Formula racing, live from my favourite track Spa-Francochamps that I shall be most intruiged to follow. Never since the Battle of the Bulge has there been so keen a global eye cast over good natured competition in the Ardennes forest, although a certain airborne Colonel might decree otherwise: “Nuts!” he would laconicly spout.
I, however, will most likely partake in these spectacles via a re-viewing facility. When I move off from this sofa, mit gorgeous daughter fast asleep on my chest, I intend to throw myself a sport of another nature: Beer tasting at the Cricket Club.
See, there are at least some sporting credentials attached.
Ciao
LW
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Well bloody hell am I rather pleased it is a Bank Holiday or what, what, what? You see the thing is I’m in the banking world and readily appreciate not having to work on Monday but mainly due to that fact my week is further reduced as Lady W and I are bound for Edinburgh Thursday to Friday to witness The Arcade Fire dans the posh castle.
When I say “work” in the banking world…it’s more like I turn up to sit at a desk and have to deal with a none functioning computer system and forced remain static and useless until the days passing.
My absences next week are all paid for ( but not much) which further pleases me. To be honest get I paid for sitting still so really I find the idea of being paid to actually enjoy myself with my Lady….sublime. Just wish that I could spend my useless work hours plugging away at the job hunting coal face.
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Well I’m going to stop bleating and enjoy the next seven days.
Enjoy yours
Much Love
LW
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The little lady is indeed at this very milestone. Like many milestones it comes with a rite of passage, something to be overcome, an age related marker that if bested, allows the conqueror to march on an inch taller. For Sophie it is her first jabs against horrid bugs, so if she comes out of this taller by an actual inch I’ll be having strong and probing words with the family Physician about his methods.
It’ll be fine I’m sure and once done she can think about getting the Malarials in preparation for our shooting trip to the Punjab.
Good Luck Darling
Daddy
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I know there should really have been a flurry of blogs and petite-blogettes following the arrival of little Sophie Heathcote-Gurney, I certainly promised them, but I have done the usul crime of failing to update.
Well there is now no excuse for a lack of correspondence, for I can now speak to all via the tiny platform of one thise kolly posh little smart thinking telephone devices. A wonderois contraption that combines the best of ordinary audio chatter and the written bluderbussery of fat telegrammatic communication.
Enough of that for now though becaise I’d better spiel on about the glorious littll lady sitting opposite. She’s just had her morning feed (it’s just after seven) and is swaddled in a striking hand knitted pink and white woolen shawl. She is sleeping peacefully and her ever developing features are soft even and quite beautiful. She occasionally has the look of one of either Lady Warkworth or myself (personally it’s too early to say bit I’m leaning towards her looking like her mother) but is mainly just as you would expect for a healthy six week old baby girl.
She has rather long legs, that is where she most certainly follows her father’s genetic framework, and they kick infrequently now, causing little rocks and wiggles of the pram. By and large she has behaved herself so far, only occasionaly treading into fractious turns. She began to smile reactively last week which is such a major development and one that further confirms and reconfirms how in love with her we are.
Hullo?
She stirs. I shall return with more soon.
LW
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