dale lane

I’m all for declarative living and putting everything about myself online, but it’s not for everyone. I’m thinking that I should come up with a name for my wife and daughter to use online.

MetroDad talks about “Boss Lady” and the “Peanut”, both of which names I love, and have frequently been tempted to blatantly plagiarise.

Ian refers to one of his kids as “predlet” (it makes more sense if you know that his online identity is often epredator… at least, I guess that’s why).

I think Roo has referred to his lady as “Mrs Roo” before (but I can’t remember where, and with roaming data charges at £7.50 a meg, I’m not gonna spend much time looking now – you’ll just have to take my word for it ). I like it, but I would worry that if I started talking about “Mrs Dale” then people might think I’m talking about a camp alter-ego.

Kelly uses “The Girl”, which I quite like. And I think she uses “Himself” for her husband. (same excuse as before – I’m writing this offline, and coping without Internet access is a little like coping with half my brain lopped off!)

Anyway, this is really all a roundabout way of saying that, whatever I call them for this post, I’m missing them both lots while I’m away.

I’m sat in the departure lounge at Heathrow, waiting for my flight. Through sheer dumb luck, I managed to blag a business class “Club World” flight. (no economy class seats available at this late notice). So I’m sat in the posh lounge bit for the wealthy types, which is all new to me, and very nice.

I’m feeling very relaxed.

I’ve been trying to figure out why, and I think the reason (and the value proposition behind the Club World experience – although I’ve not seen it marketed like this) is all about trust. The difference between this and the facilities available to economy class passengers is that they trust you…

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