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Which limp geological feature was also an Olympic Games host city which in 1980 was marked by the “Miracle On Ice” hockey game where underdogs USA beat the USSR and went on to win the gold?

Lake Flaccid.

BOOM. Ain’t never lost it. So here’s a song for the hockey fan in all of us. Canada face the USA in the final on Sunday and it’s a big deal. Here to play us out are sardonic beat hosers The Tragically Hip.

The story behind the song is a good one and shows that sport goes further than teams or anything I can explain.

Go, eh?

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• Russia's hockey empire crumbles in front of the world – Fourth-Place Medal – 2010 Olympics Blog – Yahoo! Sports – A brilliant photograph leading this article.

• Rochette rides wave of emotion – 2010 Olympics – Yahoo! Sports – A great story, well told and with original presentation.

I asked readers to ask a question. Please keep asking and I’ll answer as honestly as possible. The first lot of answers are here.

Who’s your oldest friend?

Oldest as in the person I’ve known the longest would be my friend Len, who I’ve known since I was five when I moved to the US and he lived down the road.

We lost touch after I moved away and didn’t talk for about 15 years, then when I was 29 I looked him up in the phone book out of the blue when I went to New York on holiday. I didn’t even know if he lived in New York, I just figured he might end up there and I would be out there. He has a pretty distinctive name and called him up and announced that I was going to be in town. Luckily he humoured me and we’re close friends to this day.

Here’s a pic of that house. I helped my dad plant that tree out the front. If I were more organised I would put up a pic of me as a kid outside that house in the summer of 1976, wearing tube socks and a Superman t-shirt with CLIFFORD emblazoned across the chest.

Blogging will be so much easier for our kids when everything is digital. I say “our kids” purely as a  figure of speech. Although that might not be  bad competition prize for the fifth anniversary. No. Nobody wants my bloglets. That was wrong and I’m sorry. I don’t have children with any of this blog’s readers.

My wife read this site once, but as she delicately puts it: “I listen to his views all day, why would I want to read them as well?”

It’s a fair point.

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Super_tramp: Take a look at my girlfriend http://twitpic.com/12qkok

Super_tramp: It’s raining again

Super_tramp: Right, you’re bloody well right. You know you got a right to say

Super_tramp: When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical

Super_tramp: @Rudy’s on a train to nowhere, halfway down the line

Super_tramp: @Dreamer – you know you are a dreamer. Well can you put your hands in your head, ONOZ!

Little blogger joke there. Apologies to JonnyB. Flattery like a woman scorned and all that.

Seriously, though. I am going to Norfolk and will be gone for a short while. I can keep an eye on the house, though, because my the guy over the road has a webcam trained on my front door. Not for any great reason, and he doesn’t know I know this, but I found his Twitter feed a few weeks back when I was looking for snow tweets for my post code and I recognised him from his profile picture.

From that there was a link to his blog and – long story short – there’s a webcam pointing out of his window at my front door.

This worries me, because I have to read his blog to see how loose he is with information. All he has to do is take a few flickr pics (and there are lots of his house), geotag the odd tweet; I casually I mention that I’m going away for a few days, then whoever watches the webcam can see exactly when I leave the house.

I’m pretty careful about my personal stuff on here, but as more people have blogs, it has reached the point where I’m having to check what information they give out.

So now there’s going to be this whole to-do where I have to tell him not to point a webcam at my house, and that isn’t a conversation I want to have. Jeez. These fucking days.

I may not even mention it. I might just keep reading his blog until it gets to the point where I have leave the comment: “Before you tell people where you live, do you think you could you turn off the webcam pointed at my house?”

But thanks to everyone for the questions. Here’s the lastest and by all means please keep asking.

What’s your favourite film and why?

Can I have two? One of my favourites is Fandango. There are lots of coming of age films, but this one is bittersweet, as the passing of youth is. It’s a tender film that ticks a lot of my boxes: funny, heartfelt, road movie, not too much “acting”.

It’s a close tie between that and Hannah And Her Sisters, which is a totally different kind of film. The dialogue is brilliant, the characters are amazing, and the film is a piece of genius.

If I had to think about what they have in common, I’d say they are comedies (but not blatent comedies) about the flaws and frailties within us all.

Other favourites are Spinal Tap for being the funniest film I’ve ever seen. I love Apocalypse Now. I LOVE The Big Lebowski. I also like Field Of Dreams. I liked Crash. High Fidelity I could watch over and over. Also Duck Soup. And Goodfellas, Star Wars and Shawshank,obviously.

I asked readers to ask a question. Please keep asking and I’ll answer as honestly as possible. There is only one I didn’t answer, because – ewww - but thanks to everyone who did.

What kind of people are bloggers?

If you’d asked me that four years ago, I could have given you a straight answer, but people have blogs now for so many reasons, that as long are there are a hundred different types of blog, there are a thousand different kinds of bloggers. I’m still happy to be one of them, so I can only speak for myself.

Where do you get inspiration from for your blog?

You, partly. It’s as much about the reader as real life. And me in third. It used to be a lot more about me, which comes under the catch-all term of life. Like, the other day I saw a woman giving directions to a blind person and she was using hand signals. I love stuff like that and it’s important to mention those things.

You see ten green bottles standing on a wall. How do you feel?

I’d imagine that one green bottle would “accidentally” fall.

If you could kill someone and absolutely get away with it, would you?

No. I wouldn’t get away with it because I’d have to live with it. No way. Absolutely not.

Unless – it was someone who I knew was going to kill innocent people, like Martin Sheen in Dead Zone, and they wouldn’t be missed, then I’m Christopher Walken, baby.

Should I kill again?

No, you shouldn’t kill again. Next.

What do you get out of blogging? I’m sure there’s a better way to phrase that.

It’s a release, it’s a practice, a discipline, a social opportunity, a creative outlet, a way of making people laugh and think – so it’s a rewarding activity, it’s a pass time, it’s a way of putting my best foot forward but more importantly encouraging the other one to follow. Nice question. I’m just glad you didn’t ask “How do you get out of blogging?”

Do you wish (or have you ever wished) that you’d been an anonymous blogger?

Yes, a lot lately, because everyone’s online now, and peoples’ projected personae, in my line at least, seem to be extensions of the professional selves. What I do on line is really far from what I do for a living, expecially as I work in the online world.

Also, there are a lot of things going on right now that I’d like to share, but don’t feel comfortable with because it would sound a bit worrying. And I guess if I did share everything anonymously it would seem less personal somehow, so it’s swings and roundabouts.

But yes, I feel a bit limited now blogging as myself, however the multimedia content I’m presenting means it’s harder to remain anonymous, so I’m comfortable with having held some stuff back, lest it be discovered later that I was THAT guy.

It’s not a huge worry, because I’m not famous or anything – great question, again.

If you were a biscuit, what biscuit would you be?

Probably a Pepperidge Farm Milano. Available everywhere but still likes to think of itself as classy and exclusive. It’s the Nora Jones of biscuits.

I think I’m a lesbian. Should I come out or should I keep it a secret? And should I expect ridicule because I’m a man?

You’d probably get a lot of funny looks, seeing as you’re coming out as a male lesbian. But Eddie Izzard describes himself as a male lesbian, so why not. He makes a living out of getting funny looks, though.

Lady GaGa. Would you?

Not with yours.

Tell us a secret about yourself…

Who wants to know? After five years of blogging, anything I haven’t said about myself is something I’m not going to share. I don’t think I’ve ever said I have a broken nose.

If you had to…Mr Angry or Ben?

Oh god – I nearly done a sick then. Angry, but purely on the basis on anonymity. But for the record, I’d rather be circumcised at Anfield.

Please can you go back and change your answer to Ben – otherwise I’m not sure I will ever be able to look you in eye again.

Yes, OK. I mean Ben.

Is there anything you’ve really wanted ask? Now you can, and it’s completely anonymous if you want it to be and I’ll answer them as truthfully as I can. Ask away.

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• Olympic Fever: Have You Caught It, Or Are You Ducking Out Of The Way? – Monkey See Blog : NPR – I love the heartwarming human-interest stories, love the preposterous commentary, love the part in the opening ceremonies where you think, "Boy, that Russian biathlete is very excited about waving."