You’re for the high jump, me lad
We’re gearing up for the Eventing season, me and Vin. Well, when I say ‘we’ what I really mean is: * I have been making
Rndm txts agn. Agn
There are 176 texts in my phone inbox. Yeah, I’m just a digital hoarder. But now I need to delete them because my phone is
Just so wrong
01.23 and I’m downstairs and wider awake than a wide awake thing has any right to be. Don’t ask why, just one of those things.
Swindon (swine-don?)
I had to go to the post office in the centre of Swindon today. Recorded delivery shit, the kind of stuff that one has to
OU musings
The penny’s dropped. Here’s what’s wrong with the Open University’s business practices in the 21st Century. Recycling. Yes, recycling is not a good thing. How
Boring techie nerdy stuff
My laptop (bless) is locked down. Yes I put all kinds of software on it but only for a purpose, never for fun. I use
Ah reckon there’s change a-comin’, Cleetus!
Saturday 1st March 2008. A date that will live on in infamy (cue Kenneth Williams in a toga hamming it up with the immortal “Infamy,
Child abuse?
The documentary ‘Baby Bible Bashers’ on C4 is deeply disturbing. It shows scenes that at best could be called child abuse, and at worst could
An apology
To my friends and colleagues at the yard… I’m sorry. I seem to have used the last of the toilet paper. And I’d give it
Working like a dawg
(a work-based form of haiku-style form I invented in my sleep. I know it’s successful. In my dream I delivered it to a pubfull of
Sharp intake of breath
We are considering buying a car. Another car. A second car. Yes I know. Very sinful of us. But you see, in the 21st Century
Taking stock
It occurs to me that our behaviour – sometimes perhaps more childish than the average person our age – might set us apart from other
Writing for posterity
Get this. Amongst the exhibits in the Dublin Writer’s Museum are not one but two hairslides which are stated as having been owned (but not
Stretching before me is?
Ah, the weekend. Or, as the French might say, Le Weekend. 🙂 I sit here contemplating all of the things I could be doing with
Travel broadens ones…
… arse. It’s all that sitting about that does it. Travel also stretches ones credibility. And tests ones patience. And pushes ones mental endurance to
Ships of the desert, sights of the night
Get this. Amongst the exhibits in the Dublin Writer’s Museum are not one but two hairslides which are stated as having been owned (but not
If it’s Saturday it must be…
Dublin. Back soon. B.
Namecheck…
Driving to work this morning, listening to Adam Curry’s Daily Source Code (edition 715), I was pleasantly surprised to be name-checked by Adam – the
Rap – the new Joni Mitchell?
Folk music has always been a vehicle used to convey messages of protest, of discontent. Artists like Joni Mitchell, Phil Ochs, and Judy Collins popularised
Running away Sunday
We woke up early, fell asleep, woke up later and I delivered tea in bed and decided (with little resistance) that we should take advantage
Food for thought
Hey! It’s 11.00 on a beautiful sunny Sunday morning and on impulse we’re going out for breakfast. Anyone want to join us? B.
Hypothetically (2)…
I have spent what seems like every waking moment for a week turning each single aspect of this offer and every decision possibility over in
My name’s Bond. Premium Bond
WTF? The next James Bond film will be called what? Quantum of Shoelace (or something similar)? I can see the US market loving the title.
A new excitement?
I love new things in all their forms. I love changes that I can get hooked on – I love the ‘being hooked’ but I
Hypothetically…
What would you do if an American TV company asked you to work on a script (as a junior) for them during the US scriptwriters
Elvis is leaving the building. Probably.
Five months of my six month contract gone. So last week I put my CV out and yesterday (dude, it’s Saturday afternoon!) a phone call.
Searching for the answer
Prompted by Ginny’s post on search terms, I thought I’d give you just a few phrases that people have used to find my blog since
Shopped, jumped, dumped, jumped again, fed and content
Ah, Worcestershire life! This morning I had breakfast in bed. Woo-hoo! The Lovely S woke me with a mug of tea and a bowl of
Internet usage
No, this isn’t a meme, I’m just wondering something. What are your favourite web applications and/or websites – specifically, the ones you use very regularly.
It’s wet out there
Driving over The River Avon this morning – where the M5 crosses it just outside Tewkesbury – I couldn’t fail to notice that there were
Oh my God!
I was practising writing styles and, ahem, I seem to have accidentally written a 600-word pornographic short story featuring Richard and Judy and, erm, me.
Fish or fowl?
Too much time to think, that’s what commuting delivers. So anyway I was. Thinking I mean. Deep things about serious subjects. And I need help.
In at the shallow end?
A few days ago I used one of the public computer terminals at Droitwich library, Worcestershire. Sitting at the terminal next to me was a
Daily Mail readers, a national treasure or a national liability?
There is a compelling story in today’s Daily Mail – the headline is: Immigrants occupy one in 15 English homes, says official study The story
The drive to work this morning…
I can’t fail to notice the massive flooding where the M5 motorway crosses the River Avon just outside Tewkesbury. I hope those poor people aren’t
A really good gossip
It was a very chatty evening yesterday. It started with much chatting with Ginny. Our conversation ranged far and wide, covered many topics (some deeply
Oh knickers
Absolutely brilliantly funny idea for a fun, fun, fun, FUN website. Except I’ve just shared the idea with The Lovely S. And she said it’s
Aching to say something original, aching to say nothing at all
I sit at my desk and sniff my (peers in to the Styrofoam mug) vegetable broth – allegedly – and feel… Listless. Burnt out. They’re
Why oh why oh why oh why?
Why is buying toilet paper so traumatic? The local supermarket has an entire aisle dedicated to bottom-wiping materiel. So why is it nigh on impossible
Driving patterns
Because I’m anally fixated on, erm, analysis I have been conducting a random survey of drivers I have passed on my way to work over
Musical notes
‘Be Mine‘ by Robyn… Have you heard it? Is it me or does this record sound like vocals by Pat Benatar against a composition/arrangement by
Driving the message home
A new road-related development! Unmarked police motorbike(s). This morning a nice big unmarked BMW motorbike cruised effortlessly past me and pulled in the speeding motorist
The long road home
As mentioned, Friday evening’s journey took almost six hours to travel 68 miles. In weather like this: It wasn’t the very bad driving conditions per
A lighter distraction
There’s a time and a place for playing tag – and this is it. cue: Mission Impossible theme (the television show version) Your mission Mr
Four seasons in one day
**updated – 17:17, 12th January 2008** mobile blogging It’s 18.31 Friday. I am sitting in my car on top of The Cotswolds, going nowhere. There