Post Postcrossing

It’s always a strange thing when you stumble across a website, by chance, and wonder why the hell you’ve never seen it before.

A few weeks ago a friend on Twitter mentioned if anyone took part in Postcrossing. Thinking it must be some kind of infamous sexual act, I didn’t reply but instead searched Google for some blackmail-rich information.

That was when I found and wondered why i’d never seen or heard of it before, despite it being online for at least 5 years.

The aim of this website is “to allow people to receive postcards from all over the world, for free.” Basically, you ask to “send a postcard” and Postcrosser provides you a random name and address of one of their 116,769 members. You then write your postcard, send it off, and wait for another randomly picked participant to send one to you. Brilliant.

The best part of the website in my opinion however, is the fact that when you are given a random address to send to, a small image of Google maps appears, showing how far your postcard is going to travel. Wether it’s going to Finland or America, it’s still great knowing that this small picture of your hometown that you’ve scrawled on the back of is going to be on another part of the world in a few days time.

Try it. Yes, you will tens of postcard littering your desk from then on, but if you’re lucky enough to receive one from me, it’ll have Hello Kitty shiny stickers on it and everything.



Me and James in the Lakes

Incase you haven’t seen them on his blog, here is the videos of me and James in the Lake District. Enjoy!

Part One:

Part Two:

Oh….oh my God…

Bass guitar…Stereophonics artwork….*spluffs*

Have you seen what i’ve got!?

I’m just stupidly lucky.

Richard Herring

This is utterly fantastic

The story of Otto

Many years ago, when I was younger, my Brother and my Uncle went for a day out at the Chestnut Center Otter and Owl Sanctuary. When they came back, my brother had a present for me. He’d bought me a small stuffed Otter, which I named Otto (as I was so young I didn’t even know this was a name then) and he was my ultimate favourite toy. I’d take him EVERYWHERE with me, and if I had a bunch of toys around he always got preferential treatment, such as getting to sleep next to me in bed or sit next to me in the car.

As the years went by, he got a little worn, his whiskers are bent from where I used to chew them, his fur is a bit matted and his white stomach is a little yellow. But despite this, he still gets to sit on my bedside table, rather than the drawer under my bed that most of my other old stuffed toys are banished to.

Anyway, today my dad was doing a carboot sale to get rid of old stuff, so I went along to help him. At the end of the day when people started to pack up and leave, there was a few boxes around the field full of stuff people couldn’t sell and didn’t really want to take home with them. It’s usually old ornaments and stuff that just generally isn’t worth keeping.

Today though, as I was leaving, there was something a bit special in one of the boxes. I found another Otto! Someone had left him there to be thrown away with the rubbish.

He’s a lot younger than Otto, his fur is still smooth and his whiskers are unbent, but there’s no denying that they came from the same place.

The problem though is what to do with him, I don’t have enough room to keep him. Even if I did, he’d be banished to the drawer under my bed. Perhaps I could give it to my neice/nephew so they can have as much fun with their Otter as I did with mine?

I don’t know. IDEAZ PLZ.