Guess Who I Met?

 

 Thanks to April helping out today from the US, Mani was able to get intouch with me over here tonight and we were all able to go out to dinner and meet in person.

You have to understand the random associations that made this possible to be able to grasp the pure chance involved in our getting to know each other. A few months ago, some time last year, I made a post on the scooby site about the cultural and ethical influences in Libya that affect their current economy and, in general, their daily lives.

 

Well, three months or so later, a Libyan (Anglo-Libyan) finds my blog through another american woman (Khadija-Teri) and stops to see what I have to say. He read the post and copied it to his blog, starting a fairly lengthy discussion about the materials I'd written. All this happened completely unbeknownst to me. A month or so later, someone takes the time to stop by my site and mention the post, which I go and check out.

 

Now, from THERE, this guy (Mani) makes a comment about my post, and he and I start talking fairly regularly. Mani is a Libyan national, raised in the UK, with a Scottish accent. He's absolutely entertaining when he gets rolling on a his political mantras because the more he starts fomenting, the more his brogue comes out. It was a hilarious hour long dinner conversation. Basically, we walked around London for a bit and then had dinner.

All in all, it was just really cool to meet someone in London (where I never thought I'd be) who found me on an african blog, referenced from another african blog, referenced from an archived comment made by me months earlier, and then to be having dinner together in a different country six months later, talking about the people from the Blog-s-sphere that we have in common. So, before I forget, "hello's and salam's" go out to Khadij, and Tara, and RoseBud, and all the rest of you over there in Libya. Conversely, greetings from England are below in the video to you in America, from Mani.

 

 

I have a comical note I'll share with you all that Li'l Bit will find particularly humorous. Apparently, Mani was trying to remember what I looked like so he could more easily spot me when he got to my part of town. Well, the only apparent picture he saw of me that would show my full proportions was one of me standing beside Marion. Well, if you don't know Marion, then you don't know she's unbelievable short.. as in like less than 5 feet tall. She's a little hobbit-like person almost. (love ya honey). So, since he didn't know that, he saw me standing beside her and got the impression that I some monolithically gigantic person. Actually, I'm 6'3", but if you assumed she was the standard height of most women, it makes sense that he'd be looking for Sasquatch! When we met the first thing he said was "my, you ARE quite the big brutish fella aren't ya?" in that awesome-I-wish-I-could-imitate-scottish accent.

Anyway, it was an interesting night and it was a real pleasure to meet him. I've included a few pics below for ya folks at home.

 

 

Ok, so maybe I am a little bigger than most folks here. Londoner's are small people. And anglo-libyan-scottich-brits are smaller still!

 

Look.. I had dinner with William (Mohamed) Wallace AND Carrot Top!

 

Thanks for reading, as always. I'm back to the grind now!

Toodles!

 

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