This is the thousandth post on the New Beans.
Here are some other things where I have racked up achievements in the thousands.
1000 days
I notched up my thousandth day on Sunday 1 February 1987. On the same day, Danielle Steele published her 21st novel, “Fine Things”, and the song I Knew You Were Waiting for Me by George Michael and Aretha Franklin was number 1 in the charts.
1000 weeks
My thousandth week began on Monday 7 July 2003, a day when I would almost certainly have been in a stuffy office on the top floor of the EC Stoner Building at the University of Leeds, filing away human resources files on staff pay adjustments. On my desk would have been a glass of squash, because I didn’t do hot drinks in those days, so I’d keep a bottle of squash in my desk drawer, and I had a red stripey glass to drink it from. Since I moved to university later that year the red stripey glass became my pen pot, and it still is now.
1000 geeky forum posts
I’ve been part of SABRE, the society for people who share my problem, for more than 23 years, and have made nearly 16,000 forum posts there.
My thousandth post was made on 17 August 2003. It says:
I fell today and may have sprained my right hand – suffice to say I’m typing this left handed, very slowly.
I’ll reply as soon as I can!
1000 comments
It took me two and a half years to clock up 1000 comments on the New Beans. My thousandth is this one from May 2016.
Is the Cromulet in north London? I don’t understand.
Chris5156, 13/05/2016 at 13:47
9 comments on “1000”
This is a celebration worth celebrating. Wow, 1000 many things. Here’s to the next 1000 (?) comments.
Hmm. You don’t sound very celebratory. You could at least have written a thousand word comment in reply.
A thousand words all saying the same thing, “whoosh!” because that’s what Tad Kensington would do and we all know how successful he is.
And yet you still haven’t done it. It’s almost like you don’t want to celebrate. It’s almost like… you were planning to make the thousandth post yourself, and now you can’t, and you’re taking out your anger on me by not celebrating.
Don’t be ridiculous. I’m happy for you to celebrate the one thousandth post. One thousand? One thousand and one? It doesn’t matter and you know why? Because Kev isn’t here and that’s the main problem.
That IS the main problem. Why should we face any of our own problems when we can blame everything on him?
I tell you what. Everything would be a thousand times better if only he turned up every now and then. It’s him that’s caused all these problems. *gestures broadly at everything*
I couldn’t agree with you more. It’s people like him that cause these *gestures broadly at everything* problems and make them appear. I don’t know how he sleeps at night, especially considering the chest infection. Bitch.
That’s absolutely right. Do you know, when we got home the other day, there was a dandelion growing in our driveway that was three feet tall. And I don’t need to tell you that Kev hasn’t done a single thing about it. Not one thing.
I can’t even. I swear, I can’t even sometimes.