cor blimey - this looks like something my dad couldve taken. he was a photographer for the lancashire evening post and moonlighted as compere for miss blackpool and hell miss anywhere northwest really. he was a bit of one for the ladies and has still got stacks of pictures like this. x
Lee, I love your blog, and I want to know how I can create my own mp3 blog. I signed up for an accoutn with Blogger, but there is no hint as to how to do this! Help please. Thanks, Steve (email on request).
The only difference between this and a regular blog is the mp3 files. You just need somewhere online to store them. I don't think Blogger offer any storage, my blog is hosted by a different company and I keep all my files on their servers.
Lee, I've avidly followed your blogs from the number one songs in heaven. Like an old Rank Film, there's an inconsistent consistency that holds it all together. I like birds too!
The sentimental musings of an ageing British expat in words, music, and pictures. Files are only up for a limited time so drink them while they're hot.
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cor blimey - this looks like something my dad couldve taken. he was a photographer for the lancashire evening post and moonlighted as compere for miss blackpool and hell miss anywhere northwest really. he was a bit of one for the ladies and has still got stacks of pictures like this.
x
YOU ROCK londonlee!!!!
Lee, I love your blog, and I want to know how I can create my own mp3 blog. I signed up for an accoutn with Blogger, but there is no hint as to how to do this! Help please. Thanks, Steve (email on request).
The only difference between this and a regular blog is the mp3 files. You just need somewhere online to store them. I don't think Blogger offer any storage, my blog is hosted by a different company and I keep all my files on their servers.
Lee, I've avidly followed your blogs from the number one songs in heaven. Like an old Rank Film, there's an inconsistent consistency that holds it all together. I like birds too!
Belated thanks for this. I love this sort of thing to my wife's dismay.
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