First edition of Blogging in the Sand

Welcome to the First edition of blogging in the sand !!

First of all, I’d like to introduce myself . MYself izz the Blogging Sand Leprechaun. Now before I go on further, I must thank my close friend, Gounder Brownie, who unwittingly helped me gather the bravura to make this foray into the world of blogging. It was by chance that I bumped into Gounder Brownie, as it gradually dug through the sand. Now there may arise 2 questions, what was I, a leprechaun doing in the sand and what was a brownie doing diggging. Well, to make things clearer, I’m not the usual leprechaun. The whole myth of leprechauns were that we were a buch of nosy old fools which long beards,wearing an impish smile and guarding a sack of gold. Well, that aint me ! I’m a more hybrid variety of leprechaun, I’m quite tall (somewhere around 2feet in height), with an average build (must be roughly around a 150pounds) and no, I dont wear GREEN clothes. I’ve got lots of colours of clothes, which is probably why they wouldnt let me join the Glorified Leprechaunian Club, which holds its weekly meeting under the sanddune in Brighton Pier. I’m also not “old” (do you really think 250years is old, I’m in my teens for crying out loud), like they very graciously pointed out. However, I do have a big similarity to the other leprechauns…I’ve got tons of gold, and this brings me to the answer to what I was doing in the sand. I was just hiding my gold. If you are quite well accquainted with leprechauns, then you’d probably know that we are damn rich and we try to devise ingenious ways of hiding our “most-sought-after” gold coins.

Well, with the current situation of deforestation happening in full swing, its needless to say, my humble abode under the bark of a giant Chicken tree, was cut down in the process. (Ref Gounder Brownie, conversation dated 08-11-2006,time: 745pm : For my human readers — Chicken tree is the tree on which chickens grow and when they are tired of growing, they just cease to grow and then fall down , and you carnivorous humans pick them up and eat them). Anyway, after incalculable days of searching (it was probably months, you never know time and date when you’re on the run), I finally located my current haven, right outside this beautiful city of Brighton. Initially I found it difficult to dig, since I’m a cobbler by ancestry, and it wasnt made any easier by the fact that Brighton’s beach is mainly pebble oriented. Howeever, I managed to find a great small sandy spot by the beach, where the water wouldnt seep through and the sun wouldnt bother me.

So, I had just settled in and was starting to relax under the impression that nobody would trace me here and wouldnt be able to lay hands on my gold ( which reminds me ..I have absolutely no idea what to do with all this gold), and one wet wintery day, here comes Gounder Brownie, happily burrowing up into the hall of my newly constructed 3 tier(underground) sand castle. As I jumped up in shock of having an uninvited visitor, Gounder brownie quite gleefully shook off all its double decker dust on my clean carpetted floor and made way towards the fireplace( YES..for the umpteenth time..I HAVE A FIREPLACE…It gets really cold !!!). As I stared at it, trying to make sense of where it came from and what a brownie was doing in my castle, it quite freely snuggled by the fire. I strode over to the brownie, quite irritated and decided to give it a piece of my mind , when it suddenly glanced up at me and gave me this sweet little smile, and so to cut this long story short, I decidedly forgave it and we became really good friends.Now, Gounder brownie was this incredibly sooper blogger, who was trying to find some treasure buried in the sand, so that it could sponsor its blogging. As chance happened, it met with a dead end, somewhere deep down in the sand dungeons of brighton and got lost in the grubby maze. So, it was out of sheer desperation that it started to dig upwards and burst like a volcano into my humble abode. So, after a warm glass of tea(yes, we magical creatures do drink tea !), we sat by the fire, and gounder brownie connected my “GOLD” portable computer to the “under-net” and showed me its blogs. So started the fire of blogging within me, which has been vented out in this sand blog today.

So with the blessings of the sand gods and my dear friend the Gounder Brownie ( the worlds only blogging brownie), I submit this first sand blog.

By the way, Gounder brownie, joins me quite often at my sand castle , where we enjoy a nice talk by the fireplace, sipping a glass of salt-free crystalfree sea water, which we purchase from the renowned 99p shop for magical creatures. The only difference between then and now, is that we have 3 other magical pals who havent yet started blogging, but are very much a special part of our club. Just a brief intro for them ……. my soul mate the beaut and charming Sand pixie, and another one of our couple friends Count Soltaar Gnome and the very much unreserved Fräulein Chummy elf

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Until Next time…….

The Sand Leprechaun

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