You Are Gold! You're Indestructable...
2002-12-02 . 9:12 a.m.

That title will mean very little to you unless you are a British kid from the 1980's; "this" may help some.

It's just a really random way of saying "Now I have a "GOLD!" Membership". A vast turning point in your relationship with your readers is when you want to give them more. I want to give you more, but to do this I need your help, your input.

I'll be doing all the normal "GOLD!" stuff, banners and surveys and the like (my first survey - the "surevey" has been written and is waiting for you to fill it in), but I realised that none of you guys know me. Fletch was reading "a Good Day For Bananafish..." yesterday and commented that he has known me for two years and we have been housemates for six months but he knew nothing about any of my background. He didn't even know I had a sister until I mentioned her in passing a month ago.

(Before all 200+ Fletch-addicts go searching for cliffs and stuff - he isn't insensitive, I just don't talk about it).

So back the main thrust of this entry (tee-hee). "GOLD!" membership allows me to do all sorts of cool stuff I couldn't before (You may have noticed that my profile now includes a charming picture of myself enjoying two of my favourite things).

What I want to do is open up and tell you all something interesting so I want questions from the floor. Sure I could go and fill in some crap surveys but what I'd rather do is take the best questions I am asked and create an uber-"GOLD!" Survey.

(This may well make little sense what with the continual referrals to the "Unofficial Spandau Ballet Webshite" but trust me - everytime I see those haircuts I am shouting "GOLD!")

Right. I'll stop here before I lose what little readership I have. Trust me. Later on I'm going to be sooooooooo funny that I might even split any stitches you possess. (";P Alex").