These boots were made for walking
According to the pedometer in my phone (I know! Twenty years ago, who would have thought that sentence could ever be constructed?) I walked 8.1
By the beard of the prophet!
There may be swearage. Sorry. It’s not intentional. If some small part of swearage should slip out, it is wholly accidental and I apologise for
Yeo ho ho; the milk’s gone off
Have you seen the television advert for Yeo Valley milk? It’s a clever piece of advertising which is, unfortunately, spoilt by a bunch of campaign
Learning new tricks and loving it
It’s been a weird week. I have spent something like fifty hours on an unstructured, intensive, self-taught video editing course. Educated and in possession of
Fancy some fun?
There’s an MP blogger who is a deserving target for some parody. I’m thinking of setting up a fun website, just to, you know, have
London 2012 Olympic prices
It’s almost as if the organisers of the London 2012 Olympics are incapable of learning anything from anyone. Earlier this month, the gaze of the
A dinner date
‘This is the voice of the Mysterons. We know you can hear us, Earthmen. We are transmitting on all your radio and television frequencies. We
Size doesn’t matter, neither does distance
According to the arbiter of truth and decency, The Daily Mail, one of Andrew and Fergie’s offspring has pranged her BMW. The Daily Mail tells
Death by old lady
I nipped in to Sainsbury in Witney this afternoon, to do a little food shopping: Pringles (prawn cocktail) Cereal Baking potatoes Tinned potatoes Vegetables Chocolate
Germaine Greer, fumbling and dropping the ball
Anyone who has stuck with me for an extended period of time will know that I’ve expressed nothing but sincere admiration for Germaine Greer. As
I see you baby, shakin’ that ass
Earworms; those strands of tuneage that crawl in to the edge of subconscious thought, they burrow deep in to the fibrous matter that binds cognitive
Don’t judge me
My tummy feels as though it’s approximately the size of a Spacehopper. That’s one of these: Why? Because the Lovely Soph has treated me to
Location, location, location
The subject line is a massive clue, but what kind of a numpty sends out an email like this? Dear Brennig I have an excellent
I love my phone but…
… this cartoon on the website of the brilliant Ash Akhtar has more than the ring of truth about it.
Taking the mick?
I shall keep this generic because I don’t want to embarrass anyone… We are complex animals, us human beings. We’re capable of being simple at
Unsocial media
I’ve decided to put the social media piece I was working on out for publication. So instead of the detailed thinking, here’s a bloglite version
Stream of unconsciousness
We are watching the final phase of the Three Day Eventing competition at the World Equestrian Games, in Kentucky. Show-jumping. I am also reading Twitter.
Turn of a friendly card
I’ve had a Facebook ‘friend’ request. From my daughter. Which is sweet, it is an indication of the kind of relationship – and how close
Autumn cleaning
Blogs, GoogleReader, Bloglinks, Twitter, Facebook, social media and iPod music… When I woke up this morning I felt a need to declutter, wanted to clear-out
The flow of information and collateral damage
The internet is just one big fat conduit for pictures and words. Sometimes the pictures move, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes the words make sense, sometimes
Still learning stuff
The experimenting, the failing and the trying again cycle continues with HD video. After a detailed conversation with Daniel the other day, and some sidebar
taking tests
I love it when people enrol on courses and then just can’t be bothered to do the work. Click for the big picture…
Friday stuff
Like your music? I’ve just been doing a Quality Assurance listen-back/dip-in to this weekend’s show, and I have to say that the first and last
On not being a bookworm
Yesterday, in a local library here in Oxfordshire, a mother was using one of the public internet terminals. Fortunately it was a quiet time, because
Not having a bath (and other Sunday night randoms)
Half an hour ago Soph said she was going for a bath. Because it is Sunday, obv. Anyway. We are both still on the couch.
Listening and watching
A little bit cross-media, but bear with me… Over at the podcast, we get a lot of email from artists who have been channelled towards
A return to style, if not form
At last I’ve nailed that big prose piece I’ve been working on. The good news is that I can flip back to my usual blogging
Better off read
Editorial mistakes aren’t the exclusive preserve of the hardcopy media. BBC News Online drops the ball, every now and then. Anyone who reads today’s first
In need of a weekend
Weekends have, in recent years, become periods of almost mini-holiday; little periods of respite when we would take the opportunity to throttle-back, ease off the
Musically challenged
Challenges come in two kinds. There’s the ‘Oh bloody hell, no!’ kind and there’s the ‘Wow, that’ll be interesting, but fun!’ kind. I have decided
Right wing press, hoist by their own petard
Journalistic standards at the Daily Mail continue to plummet with this latest headline. How ironic, really, given that one of the Daily Mail’s continual battle
It’s a dangerous life; moving in transit
Sporting injuries. I’ve had a couple. During my first inter-school cricket match, I took a beamer to the face and had to retire from the
Parking mad
Apparently the law says that if you drive a Mercedes you can park anywhere you like on Sunday. This is in the heart of our
Just a quickie…
It has been alleged that Wayne Rooney told his wife, by SMS, that he’d been up to his old tricks and sleeping with a prostitute.
Flats and Sharps
Surprisingly, this evening I have found the time to restring/retune my faithful SG. Unsurprisingly, it still sounds as though it is being played by a
Putting words into mouths
Journalism and accounting seem not to mix at The Daily Mail, which is a significant problem for Mail journalists, as they often like to examine,
Stuffed, eventually
Restaurant review: The Rose Revived, Newbridge, Witney, OX29 7QD The in-laws came down from Worcestershire today, so we toddled down to the Rose Revived for
A weekend planned – and unplanned
Yesterday, while I was driving back to the yard from Highclere Horse Trials, I had one of those ‘I’m going to fall asleep any minute
It’s easy from the ground
Eventing is one of those sports that just looks easy. But not only is there more to it than one might think, there is a
Ah, now I understand why the Daily Mail hates the BBC
I didn’t realise that Daily Mail staff had to pay a massive premium on their television licence fee just, presumably, for being Daily Mail employees:
Sending signals
Journalists, WTF? I know the house style of the The Sun is best summed up as ‘aim for the worst of all that is bad
A day trip
Today I went to London. Just to see if it was real. I took a HUGE bag of Sandwich Spread sandwiches. Unfortunately the sandwiches were
Losing it…
‘Children will always be children’, the television advert for the French dairy product said a few minutes ago. Do we need to write in, pointing
Wasted on the young?
Thanks (entirely, I am sure) to the outside-but-internal assistance of Daniel, our broadband problems seem to have gone away. If it wasn’t for his help,
Your Sunday night Information Bulletin is here!
Random stuff appearing in random order… First (I nearly wrote ‘Fist’ there, but that’s a whole different story) do me a favour? Can you please
Ladies and Gentlemen!
We are, this evening, going to bring you an amazing magical illusion. I shall give you *the answer* to a riddle and, later, I shall
Getting fucked by BT Broadband
It seems that we have somehow subscribed to BTs reduced hours tariff. Our broadband came back online at 9.22 this morning. And took itself offline
Fucking BT Broadband
Warning! There may possibly be a stray sweary turn of phrase hereabouts So BT. What a complete and utter bunch of cunts. We have no
What’s the difference between smoking and smoking?
Professor Steve Field is the chairman of the Royal College of General Practitioners. So one would imagine that Professor Field knows what he’s on about,