this is my last post in the February challenge, and because today is the 29th of February (with all of the connotations that this special leap-year day
Month: February 2012
While my guitar gently weeps (28/29)
Every Tuesday evening I nip down to a nearby village where I have a hot date. Sometimes I take my acoustic.
Somebody That I Used To Know (27/29)
The track ‘Somebody That I Used To Know’, by Gotye, is doing the rounds. Yesterday, whilst having breakfast, I heard it twice on the music
It’s always the quiet (noisy) ones (26/29)
So I know this guy. Charlie. And for some years Charlie and I have been encountering each other
Do you want to be in a movie? (25/29)
Would you like to be in a music video? I’m making a short (very short!) promotional film for This Reality Podcast. I’m now looking for
Extreme housework (24/29)
Early yesterday evening, after my massive day of sloth, in bed, I did a little housework. You know, just some light duties. Tidied my bedroom,
The Day of Thor (23/29)
I am in bed. It is midday. And I am in bed. Ahahahahahaha! You’re so jealous, arencha? I can tell. When I went to bed
The lunatics and the water companies (22/29)
There have been a few articles, in today’s press, about the easy-to-predict forthcoming drought that is going to hit the UK. What utter cocks the
Curiouser and curiouser (21/29)
It looks as though the problem Young Masher has so thoughtfully identified, scales back to a server-side timing. This evening I shall be rolling up
A quick change (20/29)
Not the blog post I had planned for today Young Masher has reported a timeout error when commenting. The first step in overcoming the problem
Wet wet wet (19/29)
I spent a large slab of yesterday being outside in the end-of-the-world-style pouring rain. In Wiltshire. On two wheels. Sitting astride 1,000cc of vroom.
Acquiring knowledge (18/29)
Hi, I’m not at home right now, but if you’d like to leave your name, number and any other kind of message, I will get
Two wheels good; four wheels also good (17/29)
It’s that time of year when this man’s thoughts turn, inevitably, to… bikes! I am not, in brand terms,
Crashed out (16/29)
If you added together the hours I have worked for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, you’d get 49. Forty-nine hours worked in three
What a difference half a term makes (15/29)
It is the weirdness that we call Half-Term. What that means is that my commuting time is slimmed down to a mere fraction of what
A bad case of VD (14/29)
warning: this post contains many bad words and is definitely not safe for work Yes I know, comrades, I fucking know. It is that time
Sleeping patterns (12/29)
It’s a risky strategy, to wait until 22.15 for inspiration, during this blog-a-thon period. Sunday night reaches before me and, frankly, I have no idea
No, I’m Spartacus! (11/29)
Deep in the cosy confines of Castle Jones, nestled – as it is – in the rolling Oxfordshire countryside, fundamental changes are being made. No,
New home, old home (10/29)
Last night I moved the top level domain and the websites that are the root website and this blog back to the old webhost. A
Documentary subject? (9/29)
I am looking for a subject to volunteer themselves to take part in a short, fly-on-the-wall type, documentary. The subject should be a ‘grass-roots’ eventer,
This too shall pass (8/29)
Help me, the Internet, help me. I am conflicted. I am caught between a mental rock and a metaphysical hard place. Trapped. Unable to make
Review: Hamlet, The Young Vic, January 2012 (7/29)
Abstract and Brief Chronicles; a review of Ian Rickson’s production of Hamlet, as performed at the Young Vic, January 2012 It would be, if I’m honest,
Want to try Eventing, the safe way? (6/29)
It takes approximately 120 volunteers to put on a British Eventing One Day Event. On the 14th and 15th April 2012, Crown Farm (my yard)
Jammin’ (4/29)
Here’s an unoriginal thought. Is there anyone in the Witney/Carterton/OX28 area who would be interested in taking part in a monthly band practice/jam session? I
Driven to distraction (3/29)
The vexing problem of middle-lane cunts morons on Britain’s motorways continues to bother those motorists with an IQ above 23. To ‘undertake’ these hapless twats is
Shake the tree (2/29)
Like many people, I’ve been watching, reading about, and listening to the Leveson enquiry in to press standards, with great interest. It’s been clear, almost