Friday, 1 July 2011

My Great Lost Work

A month or so ago, I wrote a long, detailed and highly eloquent blog post on a recent cider-themed trip to the Three Counties. It was really very good. Witty, packed with information, riddled with useful hyperlinks, and liberally adorned with top quality images from the trip. It was so good in fact that I'd already touted it to the Nottingham CAMRA newsletter editor, who was very kindly holding a page for it despite already being in receipt of a glut of good copy. During final polishing and editing, I somehow managed to delete the whole damn thing. It was (to use a technical computing term) un-re-bleedin'-coverable. Oh dear!

Days passed. I was adamant I wasn't going to waste any more of my precious time attempting to re-write the piece. I just knew it was never going to be as good second time around, and besides, there plenty more cidery stuff out there to be written about. Some more time passed. I decided to re-write the piece...

It was quite good. Not as good as the first attempt for sure, but definitely worthy of posting. So with great fanfare, I posted the piece to my blog, and announced its arrival on Facebook and Twitter. I was pleased, perhaps even a little smug. I was thinking, this is what it must be like to be a proper journalist. I was still thinking this when Blogger, the quirky portal for all my very best work, spectacularly, and irrevocably crashed, losing all recent posts, including my Three Counties magnum opus. Grrreat!

Well I'm definately not writing it again, life really is too short, and it's absolutely never going to be as good as the second attempt, least of all the original masterpiece. Instead, I give you a picture, because in this case at least, a picture is worth so much more than a few thousand lost words.

The point of my original post was that it is so much easier to find top quality cider and perry in Herefordshire and the Three Counties than ever it used to be. There, I've said it. I'm now going to drink this important message, one lovely bottle at a time.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

you're a bit rubbish really aren't you.

Rockingham Forest Cider said...

Correct...

Ray and Gail said...

Is the hen to signify a bottle of SV "Hen's Turd" just out of shot...? Don't forget one's liver!

Rockingham Forest Cider said...

Ha ha, good thinking. It's very rare to be able to take a photo in the garden without a chicken getting in on the act. They're like weeds, popping up all over the place.

Liver! Great idea Ray, I'll have to root that Keythorpe Pigs Liver out of the freezer sometime soon. It should go well with the ciders...

fegrig said...

Bummer! sorry to hear of the loss, having been there myself a few times can sympathise. Ciders look good though, not the same exposure and selection up here though.

Rockingham Forest Cider said...

You have Thistly Cross.....