"Well," I tell them, "he aint heavy, he's my blog brother!" He appeared one lonely blog night in my comment box with some sort of heart-warming, praising, encouraging, imaginative, original, and humourous response and slapped his icon up in my "Honoured Guests" corner. I suppose that was well over a year ago now; I'm not good for keeping track of numbers and anniversaries and significant dates and all that. But I do know that he's been unflaggingly supportive and encouraging of this blog, as well as numerous others' blogs, and I just want to show my appreciation for such exemplary behaviour. Especially when you consider the fact that he is a self-described toad: the amphibian host of the Magic Lantern Show, Mr. Toad's Travel Diary.Yes, it's true, he often shoots off at the mouth, spits out whatever's on his mind, and has a few juicy things to spout, but he's never boring.
Sometimes, in fact, he needs to be reined in a bit, if not actually chained up, such is the magnitude of his unfettered imagination, both in his comments and in his own colourful, oft-times poetic postings.
Admittedly, some of his tastes are a bit strange, such as a certain fondness for those masked nocturnal garbage foragers that he seems to miss so much since moving to France. But in spite of that, Mr. Toad always comes across as a patient, interested and interesting sort of fellow...
ready to pull up a blog stool, gaze into your eyes and chat awhile, crack a joke or two, and sip on a few tipples provided by our cherished blog sister, The Sagittarian, before slip-sliding-hippety-hopping off to visit some of the 370 other bloggers who have been happy to leave their calling cards at his home blog.
He sets a golden example of excellence in blogging and photography, and of being an all-round good toad.
Here's to you, bro!
