Soph just came home with a High School Musical advent calendar. After our hugs and hellos I was in the kitchen starting tea and Soph
Category: Stuff
Best cuddles in the world
The bright light of love shone, erm, brightly in our house last night. The evening culminated with a state of almost instant unconsciousness by both
The dilemma of giving
‘Oh, you’re such a boy!’ said Soph a few weeks ago. Well yes. I should explain that her ejaculation was nothing to do with the
Eye-pod Choonz!
I’ve been slacking in this department lately, it is only because I’m on a big admin and backing-up piece of work that I’ve got around
Playing with the big boy
JP is coming down to the yard today; I’ve got a session with him this afternoon. The last time he came he gave us a
Feeding frustration
This post is only for the geek-hearted Stone me. I’m almost at my wits end with this bloody truncating RSS feed hassle. I’ve validated the
Radio (not) gaga!
Joy of joys, Danny Baker is back on Radio 2 as a (probably temporary) replacement for Jonathan Ross. Funny, intelligent, flowing conversation about a diverse
A horse for one bin (and other news)
note to self: must not listen to Scott Mills’ podcasts in such a concentrated burst. And anyway, who has set up this Horse for One
End of Year Awards
And so the End of 2008 Awards beanfeast took place last night in sunny Hammersmith, west London. Of the 750 staff employed about 680 turned
Mental (dental) floss needed
Aaarrrghhhh! I have a tune – an earworm – stuck in my head and… It. Won’t. Get. Out! Aaaarggghhhh! ‘Rocket in My Pocket’ by Little
Frankie & Benny; stick a fork in it, it’s done
Sunday afternoon we drove to the outskirts of Oxford for a bite to eat and then see the latest Bond film, Quantum of Solace. The
Suits you sir
I’m preparing for the Awards beanfeast on Wednesday evening and being a pragmatic person I’m aware that, of late, my middle has *cough* expanded. Slightly. This
Fearne Cotton – is there any hope for mankind?
In today’s Metro ‘newspaper’ (yeah, sorry about that), is an article that runs like this: Why sex is a real must for Fearne Fearne Cotton
That’s the (Christmas) spirit!
I am supposed to be out this Wednesday evening. It’s a big work do. There will be about 750 of us ‘staff’ at a black
Balancing Act
Perpetual Spiral recently described the forces in play in his life, and how keeping his diverse set of interests going is a balancing act of
Fucking motorised Oxfordshire wankers
Which does, on the face of it, look like something of an oxymoron, the use of ‘fucking’ and ‘wankers’ in the same sentence. But bear
Feed length
In an attempt to deal with the point that Caroline has raised about truncated RSS feeds, I’ve just reset the feed length in my admin
Rehabilitating exes
No, not some thoughts on what to do with your ex-boyfriends, former girlfriends etc… I was over at Lisa’s place the other day reading this
The scary face of being too stylish
I’m on the bus, it’s 07.05 and dark outside. A female (about 20-something) just walked past me to ask the driver to turn the air
Unintentionally eavesdropping
This is just one side of a conversation I couldn’t help overhearing last week, it was conducted at full volume by two people standing in
Three legged horse
Vin has been off work for a little while. He’d grazed his leg out in the field last Tuesday; it was nothing, he’d just removed
Badly designed applications = poo for your pc
Google desktop and Microsoft’s indexing equivalent scare the parp out of me. They’re nothing more than legal viruses (where a virus is a piece of
Pimping for others
I don’t often big up anybody’s massive but it’s worth noting that the latest podcast from iamlivid.com which is co-hosted by Angry and Cliff is
Something rotten in the state of Oxford (Tube)
I got on this morning’s Oxford Tube coach and took one of the two empty forward-facing seats on the downstairs, near-side of the bus. The
The road is long
So this evening it took me three hours to get home. Which is good. And bad. The good; the extra hour of the journey was
Gone fishing (or whatever)
I’m closing the blog for a few days, just until we transfer to the new hosting company. So don’t post any comments otherwise they won’t
Hosting news (sorry about this)
In a Tweet LizSara asked: ‘when oh when is your feed going to start working again?‘ The answer is ‘soon’. I’m dumping Servage, the people
Moving home (probably)
But there’s no need to panic… I’m so totally fed up with Servage (my hosting company) being unable to fix the RSS problem that they’ve
We are knackered
Not the Royal we. Or even not the Royal wee JP came down today and gave us another workout. Forty-five minutes of bloody hard work
Scrabbling for a feed
My webhost has admitted they’ve dropped a clanger with the cluster upgrade. In order to try and fix it they’re moving this web property to
Dreams can come true?
But I really hope this one doesn’t I don’t have dreams. I suppose ‘I don’t remember dreams’ might be more accurate but whereas Soph has
More feed news
On the way home this evening I ran a few feed validations against the blog with very informative results. The feeds (this blog has three)
That’s a (comic) relief!
My companions on the trip in this morning were three unshaven, unkempt, slightly fragrant Oxford University students. All male (just to be 100% clear about
Indian naming convention
I’m talking about what we used to call ‘Red’ but have latterly referred to as ‘American’ Indians… If you were to choos your own American
More RSS weirdness
My Bloglines account has just exploded. I have (according to Bloglines) 3,280 unread posts. Well, that’ll keep me busy during my next bout of insomnia.
Misty, murky and wet
No, not the name of three cartoon characters… This is today’s view from my office. You can barely see the Houses of Parliament even though
Feed me Seymour!
What a fantastic film/stage show Little Shop of Horrors is. Anyway, there have been some technical issues with my RSS feeds. My host – Servage
Old Ladies who aren’t that old!
On the way home this evening I sat next to a very charming lady. She’d been to an exhibition, had a well-thumbed copy of Understanding
Under the hammer
This evening we trogged down the Old A40 to a car auction in Witney (hat tip to Perpetual Spiral for telling me the place was
Sunday comes and goes. Next week stretches out before us
I should be asleep. In fact, with the clock telling me that it’s now 03.05, I’d love to be asleep. But something woke me and
Doing my own remembering
It is Remembrance Day. Many poppies have been visible in many lapels for weeks. There has been television coverage aplenty in advance of The Day.
X-Factor – Mariah Carey night
WTF? Mariah Carey troops out and does a very ordinary slow R&B number in a totally lacklustre performance. At the end of the nonsense the
Google caching finished
Thank God! Boring but v.productive. Now reading the Malicious Communications Act (1998). First thoughts… the use of youhide.com (which doesn’t mask IP addresses when IP
Mission. Imp. Ossible.
I don’t want much. Apart from intolerance to vanish. And racist bastards to be put to death. And tax collectors. And politicians. And stupid people.
What happens when you get tired?
No, seriously. What happens when you get tired? With me, I get itchy. My feet start to itch, my arms itch and my shoulders itch.