Sunday, 22 April 2012

The end of the project: a final message from Antlers

Thank you everyone for reading Pom's adventures over the last few months or so. Unfortunately, he has gone missing in the post and efforts to trace him are unlikely to be successful. It is no one's fault and these things happen. However, I have therefore made the decision to suspend this project indefinitely. Amongst other issues, real life has also become busier recently and I no longer have the time to run this blog that I once did.

My sincerest apologies to those who volunteered to host Pom, and will now not have the oppurtunity - I promise any data you sent me is still safe, and has just been deleted. This will remain my biggest regret - that and Pom never actually getting to go to Greggs, or buy naice ham and even visit the IofW. I hope wherver he ends up he is loved and looked after. I thorougly enjoyed co-ordinating this and I still can't believe my idea took on the life it did. Once again, thank you to the people who did the work and actually brought this to life - everyone who has hosted, cheered and supported Pom on his various adventures.

All the best,

AntlersInAllofMyDecorating (I used to be FermittheKrog - and I am now under a new MNname) 

(There is the possibility of one final entry from his last hostess - I will leave that up to her. As I've said, it's no one's fault he went missing, and each and every hostess did a fantastic job.)

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Hi all from MNHQ,

Where we are [blush] ing and apologising profusely for being --really crap-- a bit rubbish.

Pom arrived at MNHQ in November, beautifully packaged and rather like a demanding toddler.

Pom insisted that he was fine after his travels and so DarrenMumsnet agreed to share his birthday whiskey and cake.

Pom didn't want any cake.

Fuelled with whisky and high from the dizzy heights of MumsnetTowers Pom hopped on the tube..

And was found sometime later in a Soho bar..

He was taken home by HelenMumsnet who put him in bed and locked the drinks cabinet.

The following morning, a spritely Pom appeared at The Towers for his breakfast.

As a way of apologising for his poor behaviour, he brought a friend:

Needless to say, all was forgiven and as a very special treat we took Pom to Winter Wonderland in Hyde park.

His natural grace on the ice was the envy of all..

..even Mary Portas couldn't resist a cuddle.

There was a minor panic when Pom disappeared at the end of the night but it turns out he got lucky.

After a busy night Pom came into The Towers hungry, all of the granola had been eaten so he tucked into a Krispy Kreme..

..which proved to be a bit much for Pom and he decided to have a nap on RebeccaMumsnet's desk.

We soon had to give him a nudge as he need to smarten up for a visit from Ed, who took a shine to our Pom, Pom on the other hand was somewhat nonplussed.

After a full week --6weeks-- of drinking, we thought that Pom may like a night off and a lie in, but Pom had other ideas.

We heard that he went home with a Mumsnetter, but true to form he hitched a lift back to The Towers the following morning...

..where he recovered until his long onward journey...

Night Pom, please do visit us again. We have replenished our biscuit stock and will have a bottle chilled in the fridge ready for you.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Pombear: The Mumsnet visit

Last year Pom went and stayed at his spiritual home MN Towers. A few details filtered through about his exploits at the Christmas Party, and some of his new celebrity friends - but this is all I have to represent the visit:

My sincere apologies I am unable to give you anymore than this. It was an entry I was very excited about and genuinely looked forward to reading, but that's it - you'll have to use your imagination. Anyway, meanwhile, Pom is with a new hostess who has given him a rather exciting international adventure. I look forward to reading all about his latest news - please don't give up on Pom.

Antlers x

Monday, 23 January 2012

Pom Bear: Update.... (but not the one we're waiting for!)

Hello one and all,

My sources have now missiged me and apparently Pom had not (classic subterfuge) left the UK at the specified time. After contact with his (hopefully) next host, she has apparently heard from MN that he has been posted and should be arriving soon! Let's hope so! I suspect he will need a long drink after all this.

So now, all we are awaiting is the arrival of the bear ... and his next blog update! It's been far too long, and we can't wait to hear about all his new celebrity friends!*

*politicians probably excepted.

Antlers x (formerly Fermit)

Saturday, 14 January 2012

Pom - MIA

If you are a follower of Pom Bear, then it is with a heavy heart I have sad news to announce.

His last known whereabouts was MN Towers itself. However, a blog entry from them never materialised. And, alas, he is now much missed, and presumed, MIA, en route somewhere between here and Switzerland.

He was a brave bear, a noble bear, a bear with a slight drink problem, and we will never forget him him unless he comes back

#raises glass#

I would now like to canvas your thoughts do we:

a) harass Mumsnet to post the blog so we can see him one last time (they had him in November!)
b) The Bear is Dead, Long Live the Bear -- commission a new bear to undertake the rounds of MNetters
c) No! forget and bury the whole thing with some drink

I will proceed only with your feedback.

PB Co-ordinator

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

In which Pom visits Malvern and gets damp

Having slept off my Scottish hangover and survived my time in Scottish porridge, I was bundled up for my trip to the big city. Unfortunatley I arrived in Malvern, where the bright lights are stars and the fast cars are Morgans, and they are a funny shape.
In fact, we were not even in the bustling metropolis of Malvern (average age 107, all of them bonkers), but even further into the depths of the country.

This is what they do for fun around here

Apparently, these are called hops. I would rather have had a bag of Skips myself. These tasted dusty and had no salt or artificial flavouring on them. Not what a snack-themed bear is used to at all.

After that I needed a drink, as I often find I do, so I went into the kitchen, only to discover a sort of chemical factory.

Apparently, this is called Skittles Vodka. Presumably, because it knocks you over like skittles. At this point, my host sort of disappeared and I could hear gales of laughter from the dining room. I think she forgot about I helped myself. Bottoms Up!

The next day, to settle my stomach, we went to get some fresh air on the Malvern Hills. We stopped to admire the scenery, appernetly it is even more beautiful without the fog or the dog MacIntosh.


The water in Malvern is like wot the Queen drinks (GodBlessHer), so MumsNet royalty like me definitely needed a snoutful from St Anne's Well

I also suspect that the Queen (GodBlessHer) doesn't fall in and have to be wrapped in a towel. 

Then back to my host's house and a visit to her studio. No FlyLady round here, it seems. Perhaps 'studio' is a posh word for 'throw things through the door and shut it quick'

Here am I making a little travelling blanket....

....and playing in the Pom-sized ball-pool. Do I look like Whoopie Goldberg?

And finally I am packed into my new travelling case for my next adventure.

First Class; Port Out Starboard Home.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Pom Post the Third: Highland Fling

Dear Mumsnetters,
What blessed relief to be free of the Jiffy bag and meet my new hosts, who promised me a week of enlightening work experience, pleasant scenery and home comforts. But first, after a long journey North, I gladly settled down for a quiet night in.
I was eagerly looking forward to the beautiful mountain views. Unfortunately they remained mysteriously shrouded in cloud and gloom throughout my stay, although a few lungfuls of the bracing air effectively cleared the remnants of last night's Merlot from my system.
So my host tells me she's a vet, and having been a lifelong follower of Animal Hospital (love you, Rolf) I was excited to have the chance to see the glamour and excitement of the job at first paw.
I got myself kitted out and I offered my considered opinion on some cases
After the calls were completed we returned to base for some small animal work. My attempts at reassuring a worried patient weren't too successful.
To be honest, I'm not sure I'm cut out for this stuff after all, and I was therefore glad to discover that the following day was to be more sedate, with a quiet stroll through the woods to the duck pond in prospect.
I love to get close to nature, so in an attempt to escape from while playing with my host family’s exuberant children I deftly scrambled up through the branches one of the many ancient and beautiful trees.
Unfortunately part of it gave way under my vast bearish weight
and the resultant injuries led to another visit to my host’s workplace
Battered, bruised and wounded, I returned home for a soothing dram.
I honestly can’t remember what happened next, but my host family seemed strangely tight-lipped when they collected me the next morning.
So, that was my week here in the Highlands. I’m quite relieved to be heading South again, where perhaps (one hopes) my liver will enjoy a reprieve and I’ll manage to stay out of trouble … we shall see …
Happy Hallowe’en!