Ok, for those who don’t know, Second Life is a free 3D virtual world where users can socialise, connect and create. People can chat via text and voice.
Here are just a few statistics representing US demographics of people who use second life and it’s popularity.
In this image, we can see that there are more women than men (Or so they claim) that use Second Life. People are generally aged between 12 - 34. (Yes, there is a teen grid which seems to be popular among the younger generation). There seem to be more asians that use SL and it is generally used by people with a low income who are not college educated.
The US represents around 406.2k of traffic on a monthly basis. Global traffic is around 1.2M.
Me and my best mate met each other when we both worked at a golf club - that was about 8 years ago.
Anyway, the other night I was hunting for something and came across a poem one of the golf club members wrote about me and my mate.
We always used to have a laugh with the members, especially those in the Senior section, they seemed more up for a laugh, so we got on great with them.
Anyway, a little about how the poem came about.
The clubhouse had an open log fire which in the winter always needed to keep alive to keep the club house warm. Trevor, a member turned club ranger, would come in a start up the fire and rely on us to keep it going when he wasn’t around. You could say it went out a few times because we forgot to keep our eye on it now and again. It did become a bit of a joke between me and my mate, especially when the fire went out and we knew what we were in for when Trevor came back.
Well, there was the fire, and there was Wednesday nights.
Now and again on a Wednesday night, me and my mate would meet up with a few of the other gals and head out for the night. Bad idea always of course as we knew we would be fighthing the hangover at work the next morning.
Well, the members got used to us not really performing at our best on a Thursday morning, I do remember walking into a chair with a tray of tea on one occastion only to look over at one of the seniors who slapped his hand against his forehead as I did it.
Well, we always knew what Trevor was going to ask for when he came in for lunch. Turkey and branston sarnie on thick white break and a pot of tea. There was always a comment about one thing or another everytime he got his order, but it was all in jest.
Anyway, enough of the background, I thought I’d write the poem Trevor wrote us in my blog, as the paper is pretty much worn now, and at least it will always be here:
Before I was a Ranger my life was so complete
I went home to my wife she’d say “What do you want to eat?”
I’d tell her what I wanted and she’s always get it right
Salt & Pepper with the meal, Tea appears the same night
“I’m off now to the pub for a pint,
I’ll see you later my dear”, I’d shout
When I come home she’s gone to bed
but the fire, it ain’t gone out.
But now I am a Ranger and when I’m in the mood
Me & Odd Job - cup of tea and sometimes have some food
Smidgen of Branston with Turkey, the bread I like it thick
Sandra takes the order and then has a chin wag with Nick
The sandwich comes, it isn’t thick, these two they just can’t cater
I eat it up, I don’t complain, the tea comes ten minutes later
Til Annie comes they’re both in charge, they never get it right
Is it cos they’re lazy or are they not too bright
Thursday morning - no work done - you sure these two get paid?
Soon they’ll both be nurses when Nicks been to first aid
Replenishing fires is a problem, their minds go blank, can’t think
So my conclusion to both of them
THEY ARE THE WEAKEST LINK
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