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Blogathon 16/20: Trapped!
Storm Dave (whatever) together with Nottinghamshire County Council have been conspiring. You see, the lane that runs through it is the only road into/out of
Blogathon 15/20: What’s in a name?
After Storm Ciabatta (whatever) a few days ago, I find that today we are deep into Storm Dave (whatever). I quite like the alphabetical storm-naming
Blogathon 14/20: VD
Today is one of those very special days. If it wasn’t for days like this the entire greeting card and florist industry would collapse Yes,
Blogathon 13/20: Sex Education
Netflix is streaming a multi-season programme called Sex Education. The programme revolves around a magnificently socially awkward high school student and, erm, sex. Not so
Blogathon 12/20: Pregnant bitches and the mutt’s nuts
Robyn has had her first ‘season’ (bless). Apart from this being an indicator that our little girl is growing up, it was also a sign
Blogathon 11/20: Not my BBC
The television world has changed so much in just my lifetime. We’ve gone from two black and white TV stations on 405 lines, that began
Blogathon 10/20: It’s a proper form of transport!
This weekend, for the second Saturday in succession I took the Ninja out for a little trundle. Saturday’s effort was a trip to a former
Blogathon 10/20: Not getting to work (or home again)
The city of Nottingham has the River Trent (plus a couple of carnals canals) running through it. It’s no Venice, but the Trent is very
Blogathon 09/20: A hell of a blowjob!
Storm Ciabatta (whatever) is in full effect although I only know this because I took my earbuds out and looked through the patio doors. When
Blogathon 08/20: An old boiler
One Wednesday evening, a few weeks ago, our hot water decided to buck the trend and do cold. And only cold. Round about the same
Blogathon 07/20: Bad doggy parents
Dog-ownership is a lot like parenting. No, it is, really! Dogs need to be taught what is acceptable and not acceptable behaviour, just like children.
Blogathon 06/20: A true doggy story
On Sunday afternoon I took these two herberts out for a round-village trundle. There’s a field with a public footbath footpath that we haven’t been
Blogathon 05/20: Radio waving
The world of radio communications has changed a great deal since I last dabbled in it. The heavily modified, rack-mounted Racal RA1772s that I played
Blogathon 04/20: Coaldogs
There are a number of sub-breeds that come under the Spaniel heading. Cocker, Springer, Cavalier King Charles (I have no idea what they are so
Blogathon 03/20: Almost nostalgic
About a million years ago, way before Pontius even went to flying school, I was a fresh-faced. naive, and very innocent young airman about to
Blogathon 02/20: It’s Groundhog Day. Again
I could write a detailed academic essay on the film Groundhog Day, but I will make every effort to avoid that level of analysis here.
Blogathon 01/20: Feelin’ the lurve
Once again, in the spirit of the shameless freeloader, I am hitching a ride on the coat-tails of Young Masher’s Annual Blogathon ™. At this
Your face is not your fortune
Speaking of security things (which I was, again, just a few days ago)… You keep your password secure and safe, yes? You restrict unfettered access
Falling in and out of love
Two years and two months ago (and where the hell did those 26 months go?) I posted about my lovely Bose QuietControl 30 in-ear Bluetooth
User Access and Identity Management
Speaking of security(ish) things (which I was), in one of those annoyingly regular events, I had to change my AD password yesterday. So I changed
Hǝllo’ ʍɥɐʇ,s ʎonɹ uɐɯǝ¿
I get a helpful security alert for a couple of webservices that I own. The security alert gives me threat-metrics based on attempts to gain
Not the droids you are looking for
Interested in GPS spoofing and how to do it? Checkit
Where Angels Sing (2)
The reason I posted the words to that song isn’t just because there are many websites that offer song lyrics, but they all have that
Where Angels Sing
Where Angels Sing. Lyrics: Stephen Allen Davis. Artist: Meatloaf This song was dedicated to Valeria M. Meet me downtown, on the corner.I’ll be waiting in
Unpopular opinion
The start of every year is the start of a new decade. We’re just not counting from zero, but that doesn’t make the count any
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There’s something monumentally anticlimactic about flipping the calendar over on to a New Year. I mean yes, it actually is a new year. But it’s
What would they think?
I have been thinking about my Nana and Bampa a lot, lately. We used to visit them on a Sunday, about once every 2-3 weeks.
Stopping an intruder
Over the last few years we have had a problem with an unwelcome intruder. A cat. A strikingly ginger cat, just like the one that
Remembering/Forgetting/Not Forgetting/Ignoring/Not Ignoring
In the past, at this time of year, I have got up on a Sunday morning, put on my best suit, crisp shirt, black tie,
Question asked/question answered
As I write this (and this statement is more for my benefit, for when I come to read this back when I am [even more]
I have van envy
(not anything like Van Morrison) When we were on holiday in Cornwall the family on a pitch diagonally opposite ours had a huge tent. Ours
The little patter of tiny feet…
At some point, during the Cornwall camping holiday, it was decided that Robyn needed a companion. Various companion-types were discussed that may or may not
Didn’t we have a lovely time?
I’ve not really done any ‘camping’ before. Because you can’t compare all the many hours that I spent on survival training, or camping out in
Westward Ho!
On Monday morning the fully-loaded Charabanc* of Fun** will depart these parts and head southwesterly. The estimated travel time is 5-1/2 hours, but as one
Oi people! No!
No thank you, I don’t want you to talk to me whilst I’m standing in the toilets having a wee. And I don’t want you
Your face is your fortune
There’s an app sweeping across the more gullible members of the human race; it’s called FaceApp. FaceApp adds some processing to your self-photo, and shows
These aren’t housenumbers you moron
Every morning I walk the dog. We walk out of our little road and down the lane, and then go off into the fields for
A bit of a stink
A bit of a stink Like many of the poor downtrodden citizens of this country, our rubbish collection has been reduced to fortnightly. It goes
Neigh, Nay
It’s been a terrific wrench, but Prem has a new home. He now lives with a lovely lady in Yorkshire, where he is living the
Ch ch changes
Ch Ch Changes As David Bowie warbled, on his seminal album Hunky Dory. There have been, so far this year, a number of pretty major
Howling mad?
Yesterday Sam did her second Wolf Run of the year. A Wolf Run is a 10k cross-country obstacle course. To be clear, it’s not a
Counting people
(I am writing this post on my phone, so I’m a slave to autocorrect. Any errors are purely unintentional) So. Pupper and I do walkies.
Good dogging in East Mids
There has been a lot of dogging going on in these parts lately. And in different dogging formats too. There’s been the freestyle dogging where
New arrival
Well, she’s here. And she’s been here for six days. She’s only 9 weeks old, she’s very small (smaller than any of our cats), and
Blogathon 28/19: The patter of little feet
Today there will be an addition to the family. We’re all very excited about the arrival. Except for the cats, who haven’t quite grasped the
Blogathon 27/19: Death and Taxes
(and the lies of politicians, obv) Like it or not we all have to pay taxes. Unless we are millionaires who live in Belize, or
Blogathon 26/19: Death By Pot Noodle
Last night I needed to put something on top of the Welsh Dresser (Boyo) and something got in the way. I had a rummage around
Blogathon 25/19: Upstairs
I have been upstairs all evening, almost like one of the many punishments my mother used to dole out in my younger days. Except this
Blogathon 24/19: Nothing On
I do surveys for money. I love it when the £50 bank credits drop in to my account. Three so far this year. The surveys