Self congratulations suck but hey? I have mixed feeling about finally making page one – it has taken me and several egos… hang on, let me see…2 months. I know, this is remarkably quick – hang on while I pat myself on the back – but I can explain… up to a point – I am a self confessed Xomba addict. Now, before a poem I have penned in homage to DeDom, I want to give mentions to a couple of outstanding egos…

Thanks to Wilma Proops – the Comedy Agony Aunt from Liverpool kept popular by her frank advice (particularly on all matters of a personal sexual nature) and for her works on Astrology, supplying insights (nowhere else available), gained by her study of the ONLY remaining text of the ancient Greek Astrologer, Enigmata of Sparta. (For more information about Wilma read http://hubpages.com/hub/Who-Just-is-this-Wilma-Proops---Agony-Aunt-to-the-Stars

Particular thanks go to Dick Pringle, the new chef on the celebrity block, millionaire and entrepreneur, who not only gives freely of his delicious foody suggestions – Masala Dosa, Sag Aloo et al – but also of the occasional recipe inspired by his fusion recipes. As I write this I have a pan of Maris Piper on the par boil, ready for their roasting before I marry them with Dick’s sauce to make his Fusion Bombay Potatoes. Yum – yum. (To see Dick's delicious recipe for Fusion Bombay Potatoes see:
http://hubpages.com/hub/Dick-Pringles-Gujarati-Sensations---Recipes-and-Delicious-Food

Thanks to me for giving them their distinct voices.

Now, before my DeDom poem, a few words about the future plans of AndAnotherThing2. For the next few weeks I will be turning my attention to another writing project.

Some time ago, dear reader, a pitch of mine was accepted by a most important producer and he has finally got back to me with notes re its Scene X Scene – things are moving on. I should have worked on it last week but my Xomba addiction, fuelled by an overpowering desire to make page one got the better of me and offered excellent displacement activity. Don’t cry too much, reader, but this means I will be posting less Xombytes for the foreseeable future. This is partly due to my backlog (sounds painful I know) being almost cleared; partly because I should be working on something that could change my life and partly because I’m trying to emulate DeDom (poem below) and switching to Xomblurbs. Which reminds me, my poem in homage to DeDom.

In Homage to DeDom

In every field there’s always One
On Xomba that’s DeDom
On Triond it is someone else
Her name is Xanadu Felts
I don’t like her but
DeDom is cool…
But does he take me for a fool?
I’ve read some of his stuff
And he expects me
To believe he’s only twenty three*

* not the age quoted on DeDom's profile but dictated by poetic licence. This poem is meant as a compliment to DeDom. Its deep meaning that might be hidden under its sophisticated style is one of admiration of DeDom for his knowledge and generosity in sharing it. This poem is meant as an insult to Xanadu Felts (not her real name) who is a right miserable *** and wouldn't share the world.

***AndAnotherThing2 has now launched my own unique Xomba Referral Scheme and will offer tips and advice for anyone joining it. We would like to attract writers with interesting knowledge, new to online publishing and offer them support. Writing articles and publishing them through Xomba can build up a regular monthly income. It is FREE to join and there are no future hidden costs. Xomba offers great features that will enable you to gain objective feedback about your writing and develop your writing skills. You can remain anonymous on Xomba and test new material. Your original material remains your property and joining Xomba does not detract from your copyright. JOIN HERE: http://www.xomba.com/referral/7779c333