



Have I really not blogged since Thursday?
That simple fact makes it sound as if I’ve just got bugger all to do but that’s so not accurate.
So here, condensed in to one post, is everything that’s happened since Janet and I wrote our combined, alcohol-fuelled post on Thursday night.
* I was the perfect gentleman (stop laughing!) and escorted her home. Took one look at where she lives and told her to move out Right Now.
* Spent Friday physically, by telephone and/or email knocking on doors of various Important People in London, trying to get them to Wake Up and Smell The Coffee.
* Opened my post when I got home and got absolutely horrified/terrified in equal measures to discover that I had entered Cleobury Mortimer Horse Trials weeks and weeks ago. My immediate feeling was that neither Vin nor I are ready. But as I chewed things over I felt that perhaps Vin is ready – just not me! I decided to speak to little Karen about it later.
* Drove to the yard and schooled Vin (we’re still on Friday evening here). Kind of invited everyone at the yard to a leaving meal at the Chinese in the next village. Chatted to Karen about Cleobury, said I think Vin was ready but I’m not and – as I’m not going to have an opportunity to ride him after the weekend until next Saturday, and the competition is the day afterwards – probably not going to be ready! So a cunning plan formed as I went through all of these things with her… and I asked her if she’d like to school him during the week and then take him round Cleobury for me. She thought about it, said she’d sit on him this weekend and we’d see. I felt chuffed.
* Drove home via the chippy (gasp!), only just beat Soph home (it being one of her late evenings), kissed, cuddled, hugged, went to bed, watched Big Brother, fell asleep.
*Got up early (Saturday now, ok?) did morning things and drove to the yard. Got Vin in. Karen set up a course of showjumps in the arena while I groomed and tacked Vin up. Karen got on, worked him in on the flat then jumped the fences individually then as a course. Vin’s gone back to being green-but-honest. She said she’d school him for the week but would probably take him around Cleobury on Sunday for me. Yay!
* Drove home, showered, podcasted, went to bed (blush!). Got up and left the house around 17.00, drove to the in-laws where we gave Sister-in-Law her birthday present, ate a very good vegetarian lasagne, drank tea and felt full. Went to bed late, made later because I had a bit of a mood dip.
* Got up (Sunday now) eventually after hugs, kisses and little bits of rudeness. Then I ran BI reports and produced podcast database stats for The Razorbax, Danny Rhymez and Matty B and Earth Calling Alice – Barkerhound will get theirs next week. Then we both went to Morrisons where the all-day breakfast did Good Things. Then I drove to the yard and schooled Vin while Soph walked home and cleared a load of her podcasts. At the yard I took the piss out of young Laura while everyone else wanted to know what Vin’s new home was like. And later, groomed and put Vin back out I exchanged much banter with Danni who hacked back in the pouring rain looking like a contestant in a wet T-Shirt competition.
* Got absolutely soaked putting Vin out. Drove home scraping the condensation off the windscreen – the car blowers aren’t up to the job of the amount of moisture I’d brought in!
* Walked in to the house and marvelled at the packing that Soph had done while I’d been out. Had a long hot shower and decided how I’m going to format a future podcast (the one that will be published on the morning of our move). Shaved, brushed teeth. Wrote this post whilst chatting to Soph about what the evening has in store (a film then bed and maybe an episode of Angel) and discussing tea.
* Umm…
* I think that’s about it really.
* Bit busy, as you can see.
B.




Stone me. Tagged by LizSara! And now something interesting is expected? But, but, but, but…
I have drunk.
Alcohol.
Tinto de Verano to be precise.
Mucho tinto de verano.
Still, a tag is a tag is a tag. And there are two of us here, so perhaps this will be a joint effort.
¿Si? Pues……
_______________________________
You’re stranded on a Desert Island;
1. What one person would you wish was stranded there with you?
Janet: Jesus Christ. Because then he could turn water in to wine and make bread and fishes go a million miles.
Brennig: Soph. Complete with her smelly bottom. Because she wouldn’t be Soph if she didn’t have a smelly bottom.
2. What one tool would you want to have?
Janet: Who’s a big tool?
Brennig: [wonders why Janet is thinking about someone with a big tool] Umm… A Swiss Army Penknife please.
3. What one food do you wish you would have an unlimited supply of?
Janet: Tim Tams
Brennig: Toast.
4. What one luxury item would you wish for?
Janet: A 747
Brennig: A Sigma 362, rigged for solo sailing with an extra-deep fin keel
5. What one book would you want to have with you to read and re-read?
Janet: Dibs In Search of Self
Brennig: The Complete Works of…. [are you ready for this?]… Nick Hornby.
6. You have one piece of paper, a pencil and one bottle ~ who is the message going to be written to?
Janet: Moses to come and part the sea
Brennig: My daughter. To explain why I’m not ringing her every night otherwise she’d get really really really fucking pissed with me.
7. What skill would serve you best while on the island?
Janet: My singing ability
Brennig: [thinks...] My ability to talk to seagulls and get them to fetch help!
8. How long do you think you could last before needing rescue?
Janet: Maybe two months
Brennig: Me, the smelly-bottomed Soph, a Sigma 362 and a Swiss Army Penknife? Forever!
9. What one island animal would become your pet?
Janet: A parakeet
Brennig: A sloth. We’d have so much in common.
10. Your island is unknown to you, and you need to give it a name – - what would it be?
Janet: Peace & Quiet Island
Brennig: Wildcat Island of course!
11. What would you do to pass the weeks, days, and hours?
Janet: Talk to the animals. Just imagine it!
Brennig: When I’m not playing with Soph or the Sigma 362 or the Sloth I’d probably be getting very frustrated because I’d be unable to write down all those fantastic plot developments that keep occurring in my head!! Grrr!!!
12. You’ve been rescued! What is the first thing you’re going to do when you get back home?
Janet: Wash my hair
Brennig: Use some real toilet paper. Those coconut tree leaves really chafe.
I may come back and tag in the stone cold sober light of morning. We’ll see how embarrassed I am. Although having Janet reading over my shoulder is very restraining. Because without her my answer to #7 would have been ‘my ability for almost continual masturbation’. But thankfully she’s here so I didn’t write that. Did I?
B.




and He looked upon it and declared it good. But not in a smug kind of way
It’s been a busy night, but hey, I don’t sleep too well by myself and Little Tabby Cat Who Doesn’t Live Here wasn’t leaping on and off the bed making Prrrrttt! noises so it seemed the perfect opportunity to meddle upgrade…
You may know that I’ve had an off/on problem of… infestation on the podcast website?
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been mapping out a cunning plan to stop them pesky varmints from trying to hack the podcast website piss on my bonfire any further.
The plan involved a significant amount of server-side effort which is OK, I can do all of that.
But it also involved a degree of php skills and frankly my php skills are waaaay down the food-chain. I speak better Russian than I speak php. O da tovarisch! Khorosho?
So I enlisted a little friendly help from an even more friendly technical person in Texas who, is not only a php expert but is also an expert in WordPress.
But…
What I didn’t want to happen was to carry out server-side engineering work that would repopulate previously released podcast episodes all over the internet again – because I am sooooo good in the customer care department.
And because people don’t want to be downloading stuff they’ve already listened to, right?
Right!
So last night I:
1. backed up everything on the podcast server
2. pulled back the podcast posts in to edit mode
3. broke the PodPress connections in each post
4. created a hyperlink in each post to the location of the mp3 files
5. republished each post and then, just for good measure
6. backed up the edited posts
Then the friendly technical person in Texas upgraded WordPress from v2.5 to v2.6.1 and remounted the files I’d backed up.
This morning while eating breakfast I reinstalled the Beautiful Sunrise theme that – to me at least – has been a kind of design feature of the podcast website.
The end result of all this technical trickery is that not only has the website (hopefully!) been patched against hackers but the RSS feed has been preserved against unwanted replication of previously released podcasts. And yet the previously released podcasts still exist within clickable/downloadable hyperlinks in each podcast episode post.
Yay us!
I have been considering a longer-term design change that would deliver a bunch more functionality and would offer the website the ability to become more magazine-ish rather than the single source of output that it currently is.
I do have an illustration of the kind of base template I’m thinking of using: http://www.revolutiontheme.com/music/
Anyone have any thoughts or feelings on any of these things? Good? Bad? Indifferent?
B.




not that I had too much religion to lose in the first place…
The thing with technology is that it will always fail just when you want it. At the precise moment you need it most – it won’t be there. This is, I believe some universal law – the precise name of which escapes me for the moment.
This morning I had to move a large sum of money from my bank account to our joint account. I then had to move the same amount of money outwards to a recipient already set up in the ‘Bill Payments’ facility.
Guess what?
Nationwide’s internet facility?
The words ‘Tits’ and ‘Up’ apply.
So I had to leave the office, jog down the road and stand in line for ages to see a cashier who was able to do exactly what I’ve been trying to do since 10.00.
But let’s be clear about a couple of things.
I have absolutely no beef with Nationwide. They provide a service that meets my expectations on every level and doesn’t cost me various body parts. In fact - by and large - they pay me for using their services.
I also have no issues with the availability of Nationwide’s website. Since I started using it 147 years ago (whatever) I have never experienced a denial of service; it’s always been there, it has always performed the functions I wanted it to.
Until today.
Until this morning when, as I may have mentioned already, I absolutely had to move a large sum of money from account A to account B and then out to the named (and pre-defined) recipient.
When you take look at Nationwide’s webservice and what it’s done for me, it’s pretty good uptime really.
Except for today.
But good uptime or not… I’m still going to grumble.
But if having to get up from my desk, jog down the road and stand in line listening to my iPod for half an hour is the most stressful thing I have to do today…
I’m not really doing too bad, am I?
Still going to grumble about it though.
How’s yours going?
B.




Beating up my little pony!
An equine in the same turnout as lovely Vin is beating him up.
Let’s be clear on a couple of basics. I know that boys will be boys (tsk!) and that horses play boisterously and – in all honesty – that Vin probably isn’t quite the innocent bystander in all of this that his dad (that would be me) likes to think he is.
But on Saturday morning when I got Vin in and groomed him, he had two nasty bites – one on his NS upper ribcage and the other on his OS hip.
And when I rode him in the arena he was a fraction unlevel. That’s borderline lame to most folk.
Bear in mind that the surface in the arena is a combination of sand/rubber and therefore isn’t exactly the most testing of surfaces, it still tested out a lameness.
Sigh.
Horses will, unfortunately, be horses. And they do play big bad rough tough games. And they do have a pecking order in the herd and I know the pecking order dictates their ‘social’ hierarchy.
I just wish they’d treat each other with a little more care. I don’t want any of them to get hurt.
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh!
This problem will go away at Vin’s new home, they have sufficient land for individual turnout in large paddocks.
But no matter that his new home comes with the longest list of facilities I’ve ever experienced in one yard before, I will be upset to take him away from his current home; it is a lovely place, very quiet and peaceful and devoid of children (as is his new home, thankfully!).
I just hope he won’t be too upset; he has his friend – his ‘best friend’ – and he’s very keen to become more friendly with one of the mares.
Boys.
Tsk.
B.




I started this week with a resolve to take breaks every now and then, get up, stretch my legs, drink tea and just get back in to it.
As it’s now – checks watch – 13.10 and I’ve been at it since first thing this morning I don’t seem to be doing very well in the resolution stakes, do I?
So I’m taking a break, enjoying a cuppa and stretching my brain in a different direction…
Sunday I took Soph off to the hotel where we got married.
Not straight there, first we stopped in Abergavenny, had a coffee, walked about, people-watched and so on.
Then we drove to the top of a mountain and walked about a bit – on past Foxhunter’s Grave and up to the Trig Point on The Blorenge peak, from where we worked out we could see five counties and two countries:
Oh yes, and England and Wales, being the two countries.
With the cobwebs blown right out of our heads we got back in the car and meandered down off the mountain and away to the hotel.
Where a wedding was in the offing.
So let me ask a question – two questions.
Do women really wear stuff like that on their heads at weddings these days? Or was it simply an elaborate family joke which everyone else wouldn’t get?
For a brief moment it was like being in the Extreme End of the royal enclosure at Ascot Ladies Day.
I saw one woman who looked as though she was wearing a massively over-sized version of the kind of foliage that my Pimm’s would usually arrive with.
All that was missing was a crow in the upper branches and I’d have been looking at a not-very-mini-representation of the upper foliage of the New Forest.
Kin bonkers.
Anyway.
After a little bit of chortling at the various styles of head-dress (and a gasp of wonder at the worst case of mutton masquerading as lamb ever!) we went up to our room and against my best intentions there may have been some naughty bed-related activity.
Tsk.
A little before 7.30, freshly scrubbed and smartly dressed, we tottered down to the bar where we sat, aperitif’d and made high-level executive decisions about our next load of calorific intake.
Which somehow, miraculously, turned in to a five course meal – go figure!
Later, feeling very well fed, we rolled upstairs with our fat little bellies, flopped in to bed and – it’s fair to say – suffered a broken night’s sleep as a result of our gluttony.
The following morning we still had cooked breakfast though!
We tottered around the grounds, snapping photographs like a pair of tourists, then went back to our room where more cuddling was had.
Then we packed, paid, left and made our way to Worcester and a small amount of shopping took place and then on homewards.
As soon as we arrived I fixed the podcast website which had been hacked again. Bastards. It only took 28 seconds but that’s not the point. I could have fixed it from Wales except I had made a conscious decision not to take the laptop. Oh well.
I’ve replaced the design for now, because those charming little rogues are not getting in through the root or to the base of the website, so I suspect there’s a security vulnerability in the template that I have been using. Ho hum.
I need a php expert to debug that wordpress theme for me. Or perhaps I need to learn php and debug it myself. Because I have so much time on my hands…
Last night we had an early night, I think we were in bed before 19.30.
Two episodes of Angel filled the time between hitting the sheets and eyes closing for the night.
The shattering alarm this morning was not pleasant but I had a soft/firm and very beautiful woman in my arms, so waking couldn’t have been any better. Except for the alarm.
And that’s it really: travelled, walked, talked (there was, it must be said, much talking between us), people-watched, ate, travelled…
I haven’t even mentioned the Amazing Drunk Woman in the restaurant at dinner! So many things, so little time.
Speaking of, it’s now 13.38 and time I had something to eat.
Speak later.
But before I go… How was your weekend? Did you get up to anything or did you choose to use the Bank Holiday (if you had one) to just veg out?
B. x




That just sounds so wrong now, but it was really funny in my head ten minutes ago!
We went out last night, the Soph and I, to a Significant Barbecue (even though it wasn’t really barbecue weather).
The significance may get explained in the near future. Maybe.
Anyway it was a late night.
And now an early morning, for I am whisking Soph off to a secret place for an overnight stay. Well, it’s not secret to me, just her.
But first, an en-route visit to… Little Chef!
Where the All Day Vegetarian Breakfast may be pressed in to service.
Not, you understand, as a hangover cure because not that much alcohol was drunk last night. Not by us anyway.
But our hostess was incredibly well oiled even when we turned up at 20.00.
No, this All Day Vegetarian Breakfast is just because we can, just because we fancy it.
So we’ll be back, Monday evening-ish or Tuesday morning-ish but until then…
Mwah!
B.




A flag pops up on a protective database, the flag reads:
repeated activity from ip address: 81.153.126.*
Opens a command prompt and does a reverse dns look up:
81.153.126.* = registered to British Telecommunications. Allocated internet node = Solihull.
Opens look-up table:
ip address registered to customer: [name]
Ah, him.
ip address registered to residential property: [address]
There.
Opens profile database and runs a lookup query:
81.153.126.* is running Microsoft Windows XP (which surprises me because I thought he’d switched to Apple)
Monitor:
Resolution: 1280 x 800
Colour Depth 32bits
Browser:
FireFox v5.0 En – GB, Build 1.8.1.16/Gecko/20080702 v 2.0.0.16 (winces, you should get that vulnerability patched) Javascript v1.5 installed.
What else do I want to know about him?
Do I want to know the last 25 websites he visited? Read the last 10 webmails he accessed? Do I want to collect the last 10 passwords or UserIDs saved in his browser?
No. I’ll leave these intact. For now anyway.
Dude, this number of daily visits – and believe me, I’m logging all of them – tells me you’ve got an unhealthy obsession.
You’re unwell. Seek help now.
B.




Did you know that in 1906 the average temperature on London’s Bakerloo line was approximately 14c?
What is it today?
21c.
Anyone who uses London’s underground transport network can’t help but ask the question ‘Why is it so hot on the Tube?’
They’ll also notice that as a rule of thumb, the only time we feel cool air is when it’s being forced through a tunnel by an oncoming train.
Which is ironic really because, to answer the question, trains are largely the problem; the principal cause behind the rise in temperature down there. So too, to an extent, is the large number of passengers that the underground carries – but more on this in a moment.
It would also be accurate to point out that London is becoming what’s known as a ‘heat island’. With the continual construction, in the London zone, of large, flat surfaces that all absorb solar heat, and the continuing reduction in the amount of foliage and trees in the south east of England, the temperature in London will only continue to rise.
The underground temperature has increased so much in recent decades that the surrounding ground around tunnels and shafts has significantly warmed through, many metres away from the installations.
To compare and contrast the issue, London’s surface air temperatures normally fluctuate between a maximum of around 35c in summer down to -3c in winter.
The Tube’s underground air temperatures range between 30c to 16c.
So we can see that even in the depths of our modern-day winter, the air is 2c warmer than it was in the summer of 1906!
And so to the big questions.
How do you let the hot air:
a. out of the tube carriages (you hadn’t seen that one coming had you!), and
b. out of the underground network?
It isn’t as easy as just digging more holes down from the surface. Expelling the hot air is only part of the problem – if you relied solely on this you would need to build a method to replace the extracted hot air with cold.
Alternatively you could just cool the hot air that’s already underground.
Or deploy a mixture of both methods – but, whatever methods you do deploy, they have to be cost-limited and efficient.
On the first option – that of digging more holes down from the surface – imagine a turbine the size of a light aircraft propeller. You would need several of those in place just to COOL one platform of people – not counting what you would need to pump in cool air.
And we haven’t even looked at the inside of the carriages yet – we really do need to keep that issue on the radar too. But first let’s just consider the stationary components in the underground network – the passenger areas.
Although there are more modern parts, a significant portion of the underground network was designed and built over a hundred years ago. The design intention stated two constraints:
1. ventilation shafts for small passenger groups and
2. non-electric trains.
Small passenger groups?
These days Transport for London (TfL) moves more than the population of a small Scandinavian country.
Every day.
The capacity planners of a hundred years ago would not have been able to comprehend how their Victorian engineering could deliver mass transit functionality on a daily basis.
Unsurprisingly, the tube line with the most ventilation problems is The Bakerloo, whilst The Jubilee Line (the most modern) has fewer issues.
Everyone, from politicians in central government and city hall, to capacity planners in TfL recognises that if something isn’t done the problem will continue to worsen.
Indeed The Mayor of London recently offered a cash prize of £100,000 to anyone who could come up with a solution to the problem. It’s worth noting that the prize remains unclaimed!
It is also recognised that the temperature in the carriages and in the underground stations is a safety-driven issue. The commitment to deal with the problem is beyond doubt.
But what to do about it?
The answer is that there isn’t just one solution.
Some people have said that TfL should just sling air conditioning units on to the carriages, but when the people who make that suggestion are faced with the ancillary question ‘what do we do with massive increase in air temperature that the air conditioning units generate (because they are, after all, just heat exchangers), the scope of the problem starts to become apparent.
A number of cooling methods are being investigated/trialled; some are focussed on the passenger areas of the Tube whilst others are looking at lowering the temperatures in the carriages. Some of the options under investigation include:
Apart from Regenerative Braking, the other cooling methods above are all focussed on the underground passenger areas, not the carriages. As mentioned, the major difficulty with air-conditioning carriages is what to do with the all of the hot air that the air-conditioning process generates.
But it isn’t an old problem.
In 1935 London Underground (as it was then) held a long air-conditioning trial on the Northern Line. One way or another, AirCon has been on the radar since then.
Hot on the ideas board are:
The last method – where an ultra fine mist of cold water is injected in to the underground atmosphere – is currently undergoing experimental trials in Madrid.
Also under consideration are methods to reduce the heat that is generated. For example, high on the list of actions is to switch lighting to LED. This is not only slightly more fuel efficient, but produces less heat.
So there we have it, the problem is widely recognised, various methods to cool the underground are under investigation, and the escalators, platforms and carriages are all under consideration.
The only thing that is for certain is, given the nature and scope of the problem, it’s going to take a while to get something done, but the prospect of a tactical fix being implemented while a long term solution is designed is a real prospect.
B.




Mae’r gwaith clirio wedi dechrau ar ôl llifogydd sydyn ddydd Mercher.
Cafodd Gwasanaeth Tân ac Achub y Canolbarth a’r Gorllewin eu galw i helpu pobl mewn sawl rhan o Geredigion ar ôl i law trwm achosi llifogydd mewn cyfnod byr.
Bu’n rhaid cau rhai ffyrdd am gyfnod ac mae gwyl rasus wedi cael ei chanslo am y tro cynta yn ei hanes.
Penderfynodd Clwb Trotian Tregaron ganslo Gwyl Rasus Tregaron oedd i fod i ddechrau ddydd Iau.
Roedd archwiliad o gyflwr y trac fore Iau ar ôl y glaw trwm a phenderfynodd y trefnwyr na fyddai’n bosib cynnal y digwyddiad.
B.


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